When We Were Real (Author's Preferred Edition) - Plot & Excerpts
On our way from Telemachus MajorOn our way from Telemachus Major to Proxima Centauri, a long six weeks’ voyage down the length of the Centauri Jet, we stopped once, at Standard ARM Refueling Station #67, no more than twenty light-hours from Proxima, where we could gas up, charge our weapons, make sure everything was in proper working order, then...I don’t know. I don’t think I’d imagined yet what was coming. Until it happens to you, you really can’t imagine.From space, RS67 looked like a piece of old black slag, eaten through and through by holes that let in starlight, shiny surfaces lit up dull red by Proxima, a dim, sullen jewel in the sky, white light tinged with some faint, ruddy intimation of color. As it grew in our screens, I could see bits and fragments on the surface, technical installations, landing pads, movement of some kind, here and there, or maybe just shadows cast by the reflected light of two little moons made from orbiting junk.From the medical bay, Dûmnahn, voice oh-so-soft, said, “I’ve been here before.”
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