Chapter Ten: Self-DestructChapter Ten: Self-Destruct"To build may have to be the slow and laborious task of years. To destroy can be the thoughtless act of a single day."—Sir Winston Churchill"I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."—J. Robert Oppenheimer, on the invention of the atom bomb (paraphrase from the Bhagavad Gita, a Hindu text)The Key turned in the lock, and Lethya squeezed her eyes shut, prepared for nothing short of a Second Apocalypse. She hadn't even gone into her room; instead she was standing in the hallway, book in hand, the Key fitted in its hole.There was a click, and a release, but nothing happened. Forcing an eye open, she frowned, conf
Chapter 9: Leaving HomeChapter Nine: Leaving Home"He who commands the past commands the future. He who commands the future conquers the past."—George Orwell"In this age, which believes that there is a short cut to everything, the greatest lesson to be learned is that the most difficult way is, in the long run, the easiest."—Henry Miller, The Books in My LifeFrom space, Earth was one of the most beautiful planets to behold, with the silver points of urban sprawl, green and brown land, deep blue oceans, and over it streamers of white clouds. To those with psymantic Sight, it was even more beautiful, with natural power shifting around the sphere as green light an
Chapter 8: Learning to Fly, p211:03 AM, MONDAY 17"You will be flying DT's," Maia said briskly. "That stands for Dragonship Transport Model. Ander and Lethya, you'll be flying DAT's so you don't have to go back to the single steering handle. No matter what make you've got, it'll fly like whatever you're used to, just bigger, slower and with less maneuverability. Also, you'll have ten to fifteen people on board, so no monkey business. With a little over a hundred pilots taking at least ten each, we should have the refugees staying here shuttled down in no time—one trip each. Some of you may be assigned Orientation Duty, which means you show them around. Also no screwing ar
Chapter 8: Learning to Fly, p1Chapter Eight: Learning to FlyIt is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.—William BlakeThe deeper sorrow carves into your being the more joy you can contain.—Kahlil Gibran6:23 PM, SATURDAY, MAY 15, 6118 AD, V.E.O. ACADEMY, NEO TOKYO, JAPANLethya chewed one last bite of broccoli, swallowed, and picked up her tray. "Well, I'm outta here. See you guys later.""See ya." Lawrence and Eizo waved to her, bent over a diagram of a DA as well as most of the other occupants of the table. She smiled slightly and walked away, dropping her tray in the Disposal Chute, then turned to her old table, where Ander and Jerik sat. It was time