MILLICENT: “Until very recently I worked with a genius. His was a mind that would have led a generation into the light. I was his strong right hand. Ready with a calculation or a reference or a note.”
MILLICENT: “At the beginning of his career and our relationship he petitioned the Ark Council for access to their scientific records.”
MILLICENT: “Discovery is made on the back of our forebears.”
MILLICENT: “If we were to take our place in the new galactic economy we would surely need to be on the same technological page.”
MILLICENT: “We would need some time to ramp up our production, economy and even our conception of the universe.
MILLICENT: “The Ark Council sent back three words in reply:”
MILLICENT: “Enjoy your youth.”
MILLICENT: “That is our mission, ladies and gentlemen. We will make them pay for those words. We will take our place in the stars, we will not wait to be told it.”
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Chapter 1
MILLICENT: “Why did you steal this ship?”
MILLICENT: “Presuming your theft had gone according to plan?”
TUELLER: Shrugging. “I didn’t want to be on Mars anymore.”
ALEJO: Alejo smiles. “We . . . needed some space.”
STORY: “I can give you quite a bit of space if you’d step closer to the door, Mr. Soto.”
TUELLER: “No spacing!” Closest to panic you’ve seen from him.
ALEJO: Alejo rolls his eyes. “I’m sure you can.”
STORY: “Thank you for appreciating my humor subroutine.”
MILLICENT: “I’ve got this, Noma.”
MILLICENT: “Gentlemen. I don’t believe you and I control the airlocks.”