Broken hunger
"We are about to reach the destination. I will let the automatic pilot keeping going." Ariana seems tired after several hours of piloting and creating a start chart with barely not tools of computational aid.
"You finally take time to observe the enormous Empire ship, it is incredible thinking that prevails a simple level 3 transport vessel. There were ships that were five or even six times bigger. Capable of having inside the entire feline and octopus flights and even more.
"I was called to investigate one day or two ago? Damn it feels like it has been weeks"
"We have been an entire week scouting but never as close as we are right now. We are only millions of miles away from The murder barrier that impedes most ships get close to it. "
"You think someone will ever go inside it?" You say dreaming with the perspective of wandering around the intact ruins of another civilization.
"Maybe, The nobles have rest of the population out of the loop. And have their own hyperlink cities."
I have no real idea of what hyperlinks even were. If you ask me all of that are tall tales,
grandparents stories make up for the kids can dream about the golden age; there is not more golden age that the one we made by ourselves." You say proudly looking at her glossy ebony eyes.
"I don't know what to think. Nobody has glimpsed where nobles are or from where they come from"
"Seriously, Ariana, you sound like one of those lunatics about conspiracy theories.
"And you sound like a moron, that belives everything their Government telling them. I bet you a good fancy dinner, that there is something going on with the Place where nobles reside."
"Dinner? Well, I would not say no to that after years of Military rations." You chuckle good-naturedly and Ariana just followed you with her tinkling voice.
"This coffee is really nice. Ariana said It was being wasted on Floppy if you ask me"
Both of you just keep up with the banter, as an attempt to forget about the possibility of some final test or an ambush when the ship reaches out the spot.
WELCOME, WELCOME TO THE HELL GATES.
"Wait from where is the signal coming?" Ariana asks a rhetoric question, maybe to you, maybe to the voice, or even to the universe itself.
"I am as blind as you are. But maybe you have one of those crazy theories... And maybe taking account in the situation we are, it's not so crazy after all." You smirk with a tense smile frozen in your face.
"Well, is clear that it doesn't come from the normal communication channel." You further add looking at all the channels.
"This is a hyperlink transmission that can reach in real-time the user whatever they are in the universe." A masculine voice comes omnipotent from everywhere as if were some type of a pagan god.
"My name is Steve, and I was the unhappy political husband of Floppy". There is something sly and cunning on it. You can sense that you are talking with a politician.
"Then a candidate can kill anyone else in their path to glory?" You inquire incredulously about that, as you have been trained and taught all your life than nobles are untouchable by anyone.
"You have killed the major chronic headache Floppy was, therefore, you will have a special hint. One of my offerings today is absolutely false and misleading towards a really bad outcome. The rest are real and have no catches which one is the only false is your work to discover."
"A wicked game, why?" says Ariana more intrigued than angry with her skin in a vibrant emerald skin.
" Why not?" It says the voice as sinisterly as cheerfully. Clearly, playing with people is his main amusement.
"You finally take time to observe the enormous Empire ship, it is incredible thinking that prevails a simple level 3 transport vessel. There were ships that were five or even six times bigger. Capable of having inside the entire feline and octopus flights and even more.
"I was called to investigate one day or two ago? Damn it feels like it has been weeks"
"We have been an entire week scouting but never as close as we are right now. We are only millions of miles away from The murder barrier that impedes most ships get close to it. "
"You think someone will ever go inside it?" You say dreaming with the perspective of wandering around the intact ruins of another civilization.
"Maybe, The nobles have rest of the population out of the loop. And have their own hyperlink cities."
I have no real idea of what hyperlinks even were. If you ask me all of that are tall tales,
grandparents stories make up for the kids can dream about the golden age; there is not more golden age that the one we made by ourselves." You say proudly looking at her glossy ebony eyes.
"I don't know what to think. Nobody has glimpsed where nobles are or from where they come from"
"Seriously, Ariana, you sound like one of those lunatics about conspiracy theories.
"And you sound like a moron, that belives everything their Government telling them. I bet you a good fancy dinner, that there is something going on with the Place where nobles reside."
"Dinner? Well, I would not say no to that after years of Military rations." You chuckle good-naturedly and Ariana just followed you with her tinkling voice.
"This coffee is really nice. Ariana said It was being wasted on Floppy if you ask me"
Both of you just keep up with the banter, as an attempt to forget about the possibility of some final test or an ambush when the ship reaches out the spot.
WELCOME, WELCOME TO THE HELL GATES.
"Wait from where is the signal coming?" Ariana asks a rhetoric question, maybe to you, maybe to the voice, or even to the universe itself.
"I am as blind as you are. But maybe you have one of those crazy theories... And maybe taking account in the situation we are, it's not so crazy after all." You smirk with a tense smile frozen in your face.
"Well, is clear that it doesn't come from the normal communication channel." You further add looking at all the channels.
"This is a hyperlink transmission that can reach in real-time the user whatever they are in the universe." A masculine voice comes omnipotent from everywhere as if were some type of a pagan god.
"My name is Steve, and I was the unhappy political husband of Floppy". There is something sly and cunning on it. You can sense that you are talking with a politician.
"Then a candidate can kill anyone else in their path to glory?" You inquire incredulously about that, as you have been trained and taught all your life than nobles are untouchable by anyone.
"You have killed the major chronic headache Floppy was, therefore, you will have a special hint. One of my offerings today is absolutely false and misleading towards a really bad outcome. The rest are real and have no catches which one is the only false is your work to discover."
"A wicked game, why?" says Ariana more intrigued than angry with her skin in a vibrant emerald skin.
" Why not?" It says the voice as sinisterly as cheerfully. Clearly, playing with people is his main amusement.