"Copy, Scraper. Plant the beacon and let’s get home. Dinner’s getting cold."
"Check your suit sensors, Elias. It’s an ice-ball. It can’t be warm."
The mandate of the Great Survey was simple: find "vacant" ground. For three centuries, humanity had hopped from star to star, looking for worlds that were quiet, cold, and—most importantly—unclaimed.
"Copy, Scraper. Plant the beacon and let’s get home. Dinner’s getting cold."
"Check your suit sensors, Elias. It’s an ice-ball. It can’t be warm."
The mandate of the Great Survey was simple: find "vacant" ground. For three centuries, humanity had hopped from star to star, looking for worlds that were quiet, cold, and—most importantly—unclaimed.
