"I could be bounded in a nutshell,
and count myself the King of Infinite Space,
were it not that I have bad dreams."
So much time has passed since those words were written. They have begun to penetrate the infinite space, strapped in their little nutshell spacecraft - yet they still have their bad dreams. They all could sense it coming; they all could feel it as it reached across the midnight of space; could read all of its cryptic circuitry upon the stars themselves; deciphering all of the codes of fear within, and yet no one knew what it all meant. I wish I could say that all will be well, that the future, afterall, is not so terrible, but that is not in my nature; it is not a part of my programming.
They are very near now, I can almost feel their pain. The bad dreams will always be with us, and just like before, now and again, dreams come true.
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Unification
FantascienzaThe year is 2042 and humanity has finally found proof that life has existed elsewhere besides Earth. It has been six years since the discovery and the first human settlement, Ares Prospect-1, has gone silent. Its last transmission hurled across spac...
