And, in a wink of illusionary space-time, I materialize on a wide smart metal platform a few klicks north of Fardide, a self-building city of silicon-based intelligence where the structures were once alive.
That was before the Madness.
Why am I here?
That’s a good question. One I’ve asked myself a myriad of times.
My eBeam survival suit should protect me here; even so, us humans are supposedly impervious to the virus.
That’s what Command told me.
I don’t believe a word of it.
My BioMonitor™ alerts me that my Gene Re-Sequencer is working overtime to prevent my body from being hacked. In theory with my cortex ray shielded, I’ll be immune to a Dream attack.
In theory.
Around me on that high platform where I stand are the ruins of a planet-wide hive city that was once occupied by a half of trillion sentient beings.
My sightseeing is over.
I need to get back to my mission. I’ve got twelve Standard Hours to find the Device. I’m within a klick if it. Best I could do given my materialization was done nine-hundred light years away. Using Entanglement torque angles, obviously.
Or is it angels?
Best get going.
The sky is the color of molten cobalt. Not much time left.
Onto Marker VI, post haste.
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