Dosterra
K Esta
Dosterra is a wintry mining planet. With a monopoly on natural resources and transition technology, ... Show More
Genres:
Adventure, Dystopian, Sci Fi
Tags:
time travel, future, quantum physics, dystopian, adventure, sci fi, science fiction, galactic, space travel

Chapter 1

     On her way to the kitchen, Lexie Myer paused at the cream-coloured antique mirror on her wall and attempted to fix the clip that was struggling to hold back her jungle of flaming-red hair. She gazed at her pensive reflection, wishing it could tell her whether what she’d done would make any difference. The walls creaked as her tiny apartment resisted the hostile wind outside.

     Thankful for the familiar warmth of her little space, she pulled her favorite wine glass from the cupboard, retrieved the bottle of red she’d opened the day before, pulled the stopper, and poured herself a generous glass. Curling up on her overstuffed loveseat and tucking her feet under herself, she savored the first sip—the first sip was always the best. She put her head back and was about to close her eyes when the door burst open.

     “Lexie!”

     Lexie jumped to her feet and abandoned her glass to the coffee table in one smooth motion, “Tem, what the hell?”

     Tem Cohen was holding two ash-coloured backpacks that Lexie recognized as transition suit compatible. His shaggy blond hair was damp with sweat despite the frigid wind.

     “They’re coming for you, right now,” he said. “He engaged the deadbolt on the door and tossed her a backpack. “We have to go.”

     She opened the backpack in a daze and pulled out a gravity thief. She turned the dense cube over in her hands in astonishment, feeling its intricate interface of keys and connections under her fingers.

     “You know how to work one, right?” Tem asked, already getting into his transition suit.

     Nodding tentatively, she quickly set the device up on the floor, hoping she remembered everything she needed to know. After a bit of grappling, she found the right configuration.

     Then Lexie stripped off her clothes and donned her own flexible, but bulky suit, grey to match the pack it came in with heavy, black reinforcing material at every joint. Snapping her boots in place, she reminded herself that she’d known this could happen. She just hadn’t expected it so soon.

     In the midst of attaching their suits to the gravity thief, she paused and put a hand on Tem’s shoulder, “You don’t have to come,” she said with as much conviction as she could muster.

     She made a point of looking directly into his eyes. No matter how much he may try to hide it, those jewel green portals always gave away exactly what he was feeling. All Lexie saw was intense resolve before he broke eye contact and put on his helmet.

     Lexie sighed, she was fortunate to have a friend like Tem. With some difficulty, she managed to contain her curls under her helmet and lock it in place. 

     As she took Tem’s wrists in a strong crossover grip, Lexie focused her attention on the drink sitting on her oblong coffee table. Light shining through the glass created a golden glow on the knotty pine surface. Enclosed in her suit, already feeling confined, she marvelled at the turn her life had taken in the few minutes since she’d poured the wine.

     The gravity thief started to hum, pulling energy from the inexhaustible gravitational field and pumping it through their suits. A quantum tether was created between them and the particles at their destination that would allow the spatial transition to take place. There was a pounding at the door.

     “Open up! This is a Corrective Intervention,” boomed an authoritative baritone.

     Lexie cringed at the well known euphemism.

     “You have thirty seconds to abide.”

     Yeah, I’ll get right on that, she thought, watching the wine glass begin to tremble as the transition began.

     Seconds later, the whole room shook, and the door gave way to the regulators’ battering ram. Glass shards and maroon fluid burst across the table, and spilled over onto the pale green rug.

     The first regulator in the door stopped short when he saw them.

     “Shit! How’d they get a gravo-electric transducer?” 

     “Who cares? Just grab it,” ordered another, coming in behind him.

     But they were too late. A protective field had already gone up around Lexie and Tem that would repel any matter that came near. Quantum segregation—isolation from the surrounding environment—was critical to the
transition process. Soon all energy, including light, would be cut off by the field as well.

     Lexie tightened her grip on Tem as she felt the pins‑and‑needles sensation consume her body. As her hectic living room faded away, she was briefly disoriented by the awareness of existing in two places at once. Then black void enveloped her.

***


     Five years earlier, Lexie had been near the end of her first year in a Specialty Education program in quantum sciences.

     “But professor, it doesn’t make any sense,” she insisted.  “If there have never been any documented consequences, how are we so sure it’s actually dangerous?”

     Professor Bane removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. His speech was methodical. “As has been explained many times, the risks of paradox are too serious to ignore.” His receding hairline left him with a prominent forehead. It was glistening with sweat.

     “I don’t want to ignore them. I want to test them.” Lexie pushed her notes across the desk, “I’ve been thinking of some ways we could do it without impacting actual lives, the risk would be minimal.

     Bane didn’t reach for the notebook. Instead, he put his glasses down on the desk as if to create a barrier between himself and its pages.

     “It isn’t worth pursuing, Lexie.”

     “Isn’t worth pursuing?” Lexie’s voice rose to match her exasperation. “Professor Bane, you’ve said yourself that we can’t consider space-time in a linear fashion.”

     Bane closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, “So?”

     “So, forward time travel, and spatial transitions were used openly for years before the restrictions, without catastrophic fallout. Why should traveling to the past be any different?”

     “Lexie...”

     She sensed Bane’s condescension and cut him off, “Think about what it would mean for interstellar exploration if these assumptions are false. The restrictions could be lifted.”

     At that assertion, Lexie thought she saw fear flit across the professor’s face, but it was gone in an instant—if it had been there it all. He clasped his hands together between them, leaned forward, and glowered at her.

     “This conversation is over, Lexie. Now, I believe you have other work to tend to.”

     Lexie was shocked by his aggressive finality. Unable to look at him anymore, she picked up her notebook, stood, and left with a lump in her throat.

     Back at her own desk, in the office she shared with two other students, Lexie threw down the notebook and plunked herself heavily into her chair. She looked at her computer, but quickly dismissed the idea of tending to the work she was behind on. Thankful the other students had already gone home, she sat in the quiet room and allowed herself to brood.

     The invention of the gravo-electric transducer, generations before Lexie was born, had allowed an inexhaustible, but previously inaccessible, source of energy to be converted to a useful form. Previously theoretical feats, such as close-to-light-speed travel and macro teleportation, quickly became reality.

     With the ability to transition from one point in space to another regardless of distance, interstellar colonization had become possible. Approaching the light speed barrier allowed jumps years forward in time in what felt like minutes to the traveller. Though, the limitations of a one‑way trip made for few practical applications of time travel.

     That is, until about sixty years ago, when a group of scientists on Dosterra found a way to locate, and transition to, reverse-entropy regions and back again—reverse-entropy regions were actually pocket universes, within the greater metaverse, where the arrow of time travels parallel, but in the opposite direction, to the observed universe.

     Using relativity to jump forward in a reverse-entropy region would allow people to then transition back to their own region of space-time at an earlier point. It was possible to travel to the past.

     The possibilities were endless, but many concerns were raised. Was it possible to go back and prevent a tragedy—or create one—or to change the outcome of a war? What if someone went back and killed their grandfather? Dosterran authorities quickly took advantage peoples’ fears, using them as an excuse to impose centralized control over all transition technology.

     What should have been a great leap forward, had in fact marked the end of interstellar exploration. Now, only preapproved transitions between colonies were permitted. Occasionally, teams were allowed to conduct research excursions to the past. But, these trips were firmly regulated and reserved for an elite few.

     Lexie was sure that the metaverse had a way of compensating for the effects of time travel, in either direction. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more it seemed downright ludicrous—even arrogant—to assume that it would be so simple to unravel space-time that they should fear a few rogue travellers.

     After stewing for a while, another idea occurred to Lexie. In her lifetime, Dosterra had gone from a powerful partner in the Earth Origin Colonies—thanks to the planet’s wealth of mineral resources—to the undisputed leader. Though it was rarely discussed openly, there was an understanding among the other colonies. If a society, or space-time itself, could be destroyed by transition technology, Dosterra alone held that power.   

     Lexie sat up straight at her desk. It was suddenly so obvious that she was furious with herself for not seeing it sooner. Dosterra had never investigated the effects of reverse time travel because they didn’t want anyone to prove it was safe. If it was, Dosterra could no longer justify its control over the technology, and the underlying threat of using it against any who opposed Dosterran rule would be lost.

     Energized now, Lexie booted up her computer and began typing a message to Iden, a fellow student, and the only one who had expressed interest in Lexie’s ideas. She hoped he would be willing to be her ally in pursuing the matter.

     Her fingers couldn’t keep up with her thoughts, and she found herself fumbling her words. After repeated mistakes and corrections, she was able to outline her confrontation with Bane, explain her suspicions, and ask for Iden’s help in finding a way to test her theories. She re-read the message three times, making trivial changes each time, before finally pressing Transmit.

     The following day, Lexie hopped off the sky-bus and bounded up the steps leading to the quantum sciences building. She was bursting to speak with Iden. He always arrived before her and would have read her message by now.

     When she turned the hall corner towards her office, her stomach fell. Two regulators were standing outside her door. They were dressed, as regulators always were, as though they expected a battle to erupt at any moment.

     Their midnight-blue uniforms—covered in more pockets and zippers than could possibly be necessary—shone slightly when they caught the light. The material was rumored to deflected heat and cold, and to provide resistance to impact and piercing. Their hats, which looked more like peakless ball-caps than helmets, were of the same shimmery fabric.

     A third regulator came out of the office, carrying parts of a disassembled computer—Lexie’s computer. She approached slowly. When she was close enough to look inside, she saw Iden standing by his desk. He barely managed to make eye contact with her before looking away, stricken.

     One of the regulators put an arm out to prevent her from entering the office. “Lexie Myer?”

     “Yes.”

     “You no longer work here,” he said. “You have ten minutes to vacate the premises.”

     Lexie’s jaw dropped, but she didn’t say anything. She knew protesting would be useless. She turned away before anyone could see the tears welling up. Just like that, her career in quantum sciences was over.


***


     Lexie and Tem were floating in the disorienting darkness of the reverse-entropy region. With the first transition complete, Lexie braced herself for the next phase—the time jump.

     Lexie concentrated on relaxing every muscle in her body, trying to remain calm, as cool gel began filling her suit. She couldn’t completely quell her sense of panic as mounting pressure from the gel pressed against her chest and forced her to exhale completely, before finally covering her head and filling her lungs and sinuses.

     Fundamental Formation—basic education that everyone went through before they could enter the Dosterran workforce—included an introduction to spatial transitions and time travel, and Lexie had further experience from her brief time with the Specialty Education program. Still, no matter how often she went through the process, she never became comfortable with being unable to move or breath.

     Knowing that her body would absorb all the oxygen it required directly from the gel didn’t do much to relieve her claustrophobia. The gel was designed to isolate the traveler from all inertial forces, but Lexie was sure she could feel vibration, as the gravity thief amped up to meet the immense power requirement of the time jump, followed by a lurch forward as the acceleration began.

     Whether the sensations were real or imagined, Lexie and Tem—still isolated, out of phase, from any local matter or energy—were brought to within a hair of light speed, and held there for as long as necessary to meet the parameters of the jump. Then the acceleration was reversed, returning them to a stationary state.

     With the time jump complete, the gel slid out of their respiratory passages, compressed, and retracted into the lining of their suits. Air replaced the gel in their helmets once more, and Lexie relished her first breath as the pressure on her diaphragm lifted. The familiar pins-and-needles sensation returned as they transitioned out of the reverse-entropy region to their final destination.

     At their point of arrival, the only sign of their impending appearance was a localized peak in air pressure around the void created for their entrance. Lexie watched the new landscape fade into existence around her. The tingling in her body ceased as they were integrated into their surroundings. With the quantum segregation broken, the compressed air that had been pushed out of their way was able to come rushing back in around them.

     An indicator in Lexie’s helmet chirped to signal the successful completion of the transition, and a green light indicated a safe environment. She took off her helmet and shook out her hair, delighting in the icy air on her perspiring forehead. The smell of static filled the brisk night.

     “Whoa, check out that view,” Tem declared, walking up to the edge of the escarpment overlooking the city. “Ya know, all these years in Samarium and I’ve never been up here.”

     The city sprawled out from the base of the mountains. Below them, a sea of white and yellow lights stretched out to the horizon, where it met a faint ribbon of orange left over from sunset. Orange faded upwards into blue, and then indigo sparsely spattered with stars high in the sky.

     Lexie didn’t find the view quite so thrilling, having lived her whole life in Samarium—once a mining district like any other, Samarium had evolved into the Dosterran capitol as samarium processing had dwindled. Lexie had hiked the area a number of times, from the depleted fluvial deposits at the mountains’ base, to the escarpment where they now stood.

     She packed up the gravity thief with her helmet, slung her backpack over her shoulders, and pulled the straps snug on both sides.

     “I was thinking Gallium would be a good place to hide out for awhile,” she suggested. “I doubt anyone would think to look for us there.”

     “Are you nuts?” Tem almost fell over in his haste to turn around. “What do you want to do, wait in the rain to die of boredom?”

     Gallium district, where Tem had spent most of his childhood, was in the heart of the valley region, about as far from the mountains as one could get on Dosterra.

     With the one virtue of experiencing a few months of above-freezing temperatures each year—a season also inundated with heavy rain—it had always been more of a research center than a typical mining community. With most research projects now regulated by, and thus relocated to, the capitol, there wasn’t much to see in Gallium anymore.

     Tem rambled on, “Do you have some burning need to spend hours trudging through mud? Or are you looking to desensitize yourself to torture in case we get caught? ”

     Lexie suppressed her laughter as long as she could while she watched Tem go off the rails. Finally, a grin broke across her face.

     “Oh, ha ha,” Tem crossed his arms.

     “Relax,” Lexie giggled, “I was thinking more off-planet.”

     “Compared to here, Gallium is off-planet,” Tem asserted, shoving his helmet into his backpack. “So, did we go forward or back?” he asked,

     “Back.”

     “Great, we can get outta here before they even know to look for us.”

     “Back one day,” Lexie clarified.

     “One day?” Tem furrowed his brow and put his hands to his hips. “How the hell are we supposed to get off Dosterra in one day?”

     “We don’t. We lie low until we can transition again.”

     “Wait a minute,” his hand went up as though to stop her from going somewhere without him. “I thought we could only transition once every fifty hours. Don’t we melt or something otherwise?”

     Lexie’s eyes narrowed derisively, “Melt?”

     “You know what I mean.”

     “Yes, it’s dangerous to wait less than fifty hours between transitions.”

     “So, why didn’t you send us back at least fifty hours? Or, better yet, why didn’t we just transition off Dosterra altogether?”

     “You know how long it takes to program a gravity thief?”

     Tem raised his eyebrows and shifted his gaze sideways.

     “Didn’t think so,” Lexie deadpanned. “I had to use one of the preprogrammed destinations. It was either this, or a historical fieldtrip to seventeenth century Old-Earth.”    

     “Hmm, that might have been preferable.”

     “Right, we’d really blend in there.”

     “Other travellers do it, don’t they?”

     “Other travellers have more than two minutes to plan their trip.”

     “Fair point.” Tem scanned their surroundings in a sizing-things-up manner. “Are we gonna lie low on a rocky cliff for two days, or can we at least get something to eat?”

     Lexie couldn’t help but chuckle. This was what she loved about having Tem around. No matter how outrageous the circumstances, he managed to act like it was just another day. She shook her head and started walking—the thin layer of old snow crunching under her feet—towards a hiking trail that led to the base of the bluff.

  
     Knowing that no one would be looking for them for a full day gave Lexie and Tem some breathing room to plan their next move and get some supplies. Lexie led the way to a café she that she knew had the best coffee and pastry in town.

     Meanwhile, Tem looked around the street, trying not to imagine regulators popping out from behind parked shuttles, or jumping from alleyways. When they stopped in front of the café entrance, he took Lexie’s arm and pulled her back.

     “Um, I know we’re not technically being chased until tomorrow, but aren’t you worried that, if the regulators some calling, someone here might remember a guy and a girl that were hanging out in transition suits?”

     “Nope.” A bell chimed as Lexie pulled open the café door. She let Tem walk in ahead of her.

     “Oh,” he said, scanning the room. At least half the people in the café were wearing transition suits. No one so much as took a second look as they walked in.

     “I used to come here a lot during my Specialty Education,” Lexie said. “Since I was studying the use of gravity thieves, I figured where better to hang out than the most popular travellers’ café in town.”

     They were met with a pleasing blast of warm air that neutralized the chill from outside on contact. The well lit café had an Old-Earth diner feel. Located on a corner, the front and side wall created an L-shape of windows lined with booths inside. The seats were upholstered in cheap-looking brown leather that somehow looked cozy paired with burgundy ceramic tabletops against the butter-yellow walls. The entrance was at the head of the L, across from one end of a long glass case displaying an assortment of baked goods that varied slightly from day to day.

     Lexie gestured towards the back corner of the dining area, “Why don’t you find us a table and I’ll get us some food.”

     “How do you know what I want?”

     She cocked her head to the side, “Are you saying your picky?”

     “Not really,” Tem smiled and headed for a table. A few minutes later she joined him with a tray holding a heap of snacks and a couple of large mugs.

     Tem perked up at the sight of the mugs, “Is that real coffee?”

     “Imported from Old-Earth’s equatorial region,” Lexie confirmed.

     “Awesome, no wonder this place is so popular.”

     Tem closed his eyes and took a long whiff of the steam rising from his cup before taking a slow, deliberate sip. For some reason, though many early colonizing parties had brought coffee plants with them, the beans harvested from indigenous plants on Old-Earth always produced the best flavour.

     Lexie rested her chin in her hand and watched him with mild amusement, “When you’re done making love to your drink I’d like to hear how you knew the regulators were coming to my apartment. And I’m even more interested to know how you managed to get your hands on a gravity thief.”

     Tem took a minute to chew the chocolate filled pastry he’d just shoved in his mouth before answering.

     “Ok,” he swallowed and took a gulp of coffee. “I think someone must have come across your correspondence when you were arranging to get that study you found, on reverse time travel, published.”

     “Any idea who? Or how?” Lexie had been very careful.

     Tem shrugged to convey his ignorance.

     “It doesn’t really matter.” Tem continued, finally abandoning his food. “The point is they figured out that it was you who got that study distributed all over the EOC.”

     Having been labelled a Possible Deviant, thus unable to continue working in her field of choice, Lexie had turned to Tem. He’d been able to help her get a job as an archivist for the Samarium Historical Division, where he also worked. By specializing in scientific history, she had managed to keep some connection to her love of quantum sciences, however slight.

     One evening, a few weeks ago, while going though old studies that had been rejected for general publication, Lexie had come across a study from over fifty years before—when reverse time travel was relatively new. It contained conclusive evidence disproving the paradox threat that gave Dosterra its influence over transition technology. Her suspicions five years ago had been correct.

     “And how did you realize they’d found out?” She asked.

     “Last night...well technically tonight, I guess...hey, how do travellers deal with chronology in conversations like these?”

     “Tem, focus.”

     “Right, sorry. About an hour after you left work, a couple of regulators came around looking for you. They said they couldn’t discuss what for, but what else could it be?”

     “But they didn’t come after me for another day.”

     “I told them you were out of town for a couple of days.”

     “And they believed you?”

     “I guess so, at least at first. I’ve been trying to get a hold of you since then, but...”

     “But my comm has been off and I didn’t go into work today. Great timing, I know.” She gestured for him to continue. “Go on.”

     “Yeah, well it’s actually a good thing you didn’t show up because they came back today—or tomorrow—you know what I mean. Anyway, somehow they knew you were in town. I insisted you weren’t, but I could tell they didn’t believe me this time.”

     Lexie sat back digesting this information. She’d figured that the study’s publication could be traced back to her if anyone looked hard enough, but was astounded it had happened so quickly.

     “I almost can’t believe this,” she said. “With the millions of scientific articles and studies published across the colonies every day, I wasn’t even sure it would get noticed.”

     “Oh, it got noticed alright.”

     “How much you wanna bet Iden saw it and tipped the regulators off?” She huffed, crossing her arms.

     “Um,” Tem said sheepishly, “I doubt that.”

     His tone set off alarm bells for Lexie. She leaned forward, glaring slightly. “Tem, what did you do?”

     “Nothing,” he said defensively. “It’s just that...”

     “Just that, what?”

     “Iden’s the one that got me the transition equipment.”

     “What?” Her shrill voice caught the attention of some of their fellow diners.

     She continued in a harsh whisper. “Why in the meta would you trust Iden?”

     “He’s been trying to get you to talk to him for years.”

     “Yeah, so?”

     “So, once he made a point of telling me that if we ever needed help on any personal projects we could go to him.”

     “Right, so he can find out what we’re doing and turn us in.”

     “I don’t think so, Lexie.” Tem leaned forward to match her posture. “The guy seems practically heartbroken. What reason would he have to be spying on you? You haven’t so much as stepped a toe out of line in five years.”

     “‘Til a week ago.”

     “Well, in any case,” Tem said, leaning back, “when the regulators left I called him.”

     “From your office?”

     “On a secure comm,” he assured her. “By the time I got to his house, he had everything we needed ready. It was as if he was already prepared for something like this. You may not like it, but if it hadn’t been for him we wouldn’t have gotten out in time. Even if he is spying on you, he still did us a favor.”

     Lexie was too tired to argue anymore. She rested her forehead in her hands and tried to gather her thoughts, but didn’t get the chance.

     Tem gasped.

     She looked up and asked sharply, “What?”

     He just pointed.

     Lexie followed his gaze to the entrance of the café. Two regulators, a man and a woman, had just walked in.

     “Just act normal,” she said. “They’re not looking for us yet, remember?”

     But the fear on Tem’s face didn’t soften. “They’re looking for you,” he said urgently. “Those are the ones who came to the Historical Division yesterday. Which, for them, was a few hours ago.”

     “Shit.” Lexie turned her face away from them.

     “Now what do we do?” Tem was practically pleading.

     “Just relax. We’ll think of something”

     “Is there a back way out of here?”

     “No, but they should still think I’m out of town, right? Maybe they just came in for coffee. Does it look like they’re scanning the place?”

     Tem stole another glance towards the entrance. “No, just looks like they’re ordering something.”

     “Ok, so maybe they’ll come and go without seeing us.”

     But they weren’t that lucky. The man headed towards the back of the café, probably in search of the bathroom. His eyes landed on Lexie.

     He stopped short, apparently surprised to find his mark, in his moment of repose. His pause only lasted a split second before he reached for his weapon, but Lexie used his hesitation to her advantage. She swept her arm across the table, sending a deluge of dishes and debris his way.

     As he dodged sideways to avoid the onslaught, Lexie jumped to her feet and gave him a solid shove in the chest. Already off balance, the regulator went down.

     The second regulator wasn’t so easily evaded. She drew her weapon and landed a shot squarely on Tem’s sternum. Even in its deactivated state, Tem’s transition suit offered some protection from the blast. He didn’t lose consciousness, as the regulator had intended, but was still momentarily immobilized as electricity coursed through his body, contracting all his muscles.

     Knowing the gun would require a second to recharge, Lexie didn’t slow down. She ducked low and tackled the woman at the knees. Her weapon clattered to the floor. Lexie hoped the fall would stun the regulator for a moment, allowing her to get to gun first, but she recovered quickly.

     Before Lexie could regain her own balance, the regulator was on her feet and had an arm wrapped around Lexie’s shoulders from behind. Instead of trying to pull free, Lexie launched her weight backward. They both fell against the display case but the regulator’s grip didn’t loosen. Lexie grabbed hold of the woman’s thumb and pulled back until she heard a snap.

     “Ah!” She shouted. “You little shit.”

     The regulator was forced to let go briefly, but grabbed hold of Lexie’s backpack with her other hand. Trying to wriggle free, Lexie looked around frantically for Tem and saw the other regulator was now struggling with him on the floor. Tem was easily the smaller of the two, and losing the battle.

     Then they received assistance from unexpected source. In general, regulators were feared enough to ensure obedience, but they were by no means popular. Especially among travellers, who longed for more freedom to pursue their work.  A small, but muscular, middle-aged man got up from his booth and grabbed Tem’s assailant by the collar, giving Tem the advantage he needed to extricate himself.

     Not wanting to lose this opportunity, Lexie pulled the quick release handle on her backpack. The tops of her shoulder straps let go, and she was free. She practically shoved Tem out the door and they sprinted down the street.

     Lexie was sure the regulators would be right on their heels, so she pulled Tem into the next alley. From there they were able to hop a fence into a shuttle-park adjacent to the woods. Minutes later they were safely hidden by the trees, filling the air with puffs of condensation as they caught their breath.

     “I don’t know who that guy was,” Tem breathed, hands on his knees, “but if I ever see him again, I’ll kiss him.”

     “You might wanna buy him a drink first,” Lexie said.

     “Very funny.” Tem straightened up, “I guess we’d better do a better job of lying low ‘til tomorrow.”

     “We’ll be lying low longer than that,” Lexie said, grimly.

     “Huh?”

     “They have my backpack. And the gravity thief.”

     “We’re stranded?”

     Lexie nodded, “We’re stranded.” 
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  • Katie DiCarlo commented on :
    7/16/2013 6:39:41 PM
    This was really confusing. You may want to rework your structure a little bit. Explain just a tiny bit more. You don't have to reveal everything but maybe a little something?
  • Andrew Johnston commented on :
    7/16/2013 5:26:58 PM
    Seems a little heavy on technobabble and a little light on plot. This is obviously meant to be a very detailed universe, and I'm sure it makes sense in your head, but all ... Show More