The contract also specified what they could and couldn’t communicate about the project, and to whom. But it boiled down to: talk to no-one except the ones listed in the contract itself. There were only a dozen names total. Of course the contract wasn’t as cut-and-dry as that. The whole thing was pl
From his behavior and appearance, Miko surmised that he was a refugee player. So she quite bluntly asked him to confirm. “Ah yes, I am,” he replied. “I have been freelancing for some time in order to survive.” “Are you merely floating around?” Miko asked. “There is an opportunity I am waiting for
“And that sums up the fifty-seven basic control mechanisms for the Prometheus Core,” said the Admiral. “Over the course of the next six cycles, we will go over the advanced control mechanisms.” Admiral Chase had lectured them on the core they were going to be testing. The display behind her was fil
“How are you all enjoying Tartarus Base?” asked the Admiral. “Not that you got to see much of it. But you’ll get your chance over the coming weeks.” “Are we stuck here on the asteroid?” asked Redstar. “I mean, I saw in the contract that we got shore leave. But it didn’t specify when or how.” Comma
The Admiral sighed. “You really should mention these things from the start,” she replied. “In any case, why don’t you hop in one, and I’ll walk you through it. Everyone, go ahead and pick your core. Oh! But not the middle one. That one’s mine. Still doing calibrations on it. Best not to interface
After that first test, the pilots were completely exhausted. At least, mentally. The act of merging their thoughts with their cores was incredibly taxing. And it only took them an hour to get into that state. The Admiral was certain that it would take time and practice to reduce the effects. She t
“I disagree,” said Miko. “They will be able to activate autopilot faster.” Everyone chuckled. She was normally too straight-laced to even make a joke, and Eva found her momentary goofiness adorable. “In all seriousness though, the job is hard,” said Commander Chase. “Prometheus would make maneuver
Mack sat in front of his PC and stared at the monitor before him. Its cold blue glow etched hard lines on his face. It was late at night, and his eyes were bloodshot. His pupils looked flat and dead, even more so after he took a swig of his now-warm beer. On the monitor was raw footage that Eva a