I'm in a weird dream - something about dark tunnels and running for my life - when I wake to the pounding on my door. Mia floats outside as I try to rub the sleep from my eyes.
"You have to see this," she says, grabbing my arm.
We bump along to the nearest porthole, but all I see is the black of space and the tiny pinpoints of distant stars, planets, galaxies, looking so infinitesimally small even when they must be teeming with life, with intelligence.
"I've seen all this before." I'm grouchy, still half asleep.
"No, silly. Come here." She's plastered up against the ceiling, looking down, so I pull up next to her.
Earth.
If I could touch it, it would fit in my hand, the size of a large ball. Blue mostly, with brown and green and white. Half of it in the dark, so black it's almost invisible; the sun illuminates the other half with a radiant brilliance.
"So beautiful," Mia murmurs.
Ican't think of anything to say.
YOU ARE READING
ARK
FantasyRima is one of the Mole People, isolated underground on Earth. Truman lives on the moon in a habitat called Ark. ARK is spec fiction about a future in which nanotechnology has changed everything.
