Go Away, I’m Writing

The third military mission is almost to Saturn’s moons. The earlier craft were machines only, but this is different. This is headed by Cassandra, Spanish marines. It’s time to deal in earnest with what’s there.

World politics by 2041 has changed quickly – the global players have moved seats, the familiar is destroyed.

“What’s out there, Sollie,” she asked him again. Cassie and Higgins carried the codes, had the final targets, “waxed and sealed” in their heads.

That Earth they may never see again, fed only half the Luna Saturni facts, lay now behind them, turbulent, anxious and dangerous. But that was tame against what was happening aboard.

Hey, go away. I’m  writing. On a mission. And it may never happen.