“Forward! To the Universe!” comes the call from the Starcraft Rocket Yards on the Otherside of Reality in the North Country where the snow littered the high mountain peaks early this Fall, and the people go to catch a dream on one of those Sleek Craft that will soon rise over the mountain plain on the lion’s purr of the Translight engine as that mysterious motor cycles up and groans deep in a Starcraft’s bio-metal bowels and, in a flash of white, will slip the boundaries of This Place, and to Another Place.
And a warm bed.
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