Dr.Marcia Phillips awoke from a bad dreams. She shook her platinum hair and blinked her eyes confirming that she was awake.
Her 'doc com' (communicator) pager went off. Three liittle beeps. Afterward Dr. Nancy Keegan's voice arose from the small metallic device in a semi-whisper. "Dr. Phillips, can you meet me in the forest garden. It's important."
Sitting up, she ran her fingers across her face and scalp. "I'll be there. What is it?"
"We'll talk there. I'm leaving now."
The doc com gave a small disconnect buzz. Marcia looked at it for a minute, her mind a daze. She shuffled through some of her workout clothing and put on her maroon jogging suit.
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Tara 3
Science FictionA space-scape of time lost and lives trying to remain afloat upon the stars in Humankinds last chance effort to survive on TARA 3.
