and reactivate the project.”
Despite being tied up, and told that the plan had been to kill him, Keilin was fascinated. He’d seen pictures, and been hypnotized by several stories of starships, back in the library. “You mean . . . my jewel is part of a starship? If you had enough pieces you could fly away from our world to the stars?”
Cap sighed. “It’s been a long three hundred years. The ordinary people haven’t a clue about reality any more.” He pointed upwards. “There is the starship Morningstar. Your ‘moon.’ It’s a lot smaller than the moon that used to orbit the world we humans came from. Less than a seventeenth of the size, but still the biggest ship the human race ever made. It’s far too big to ever land. And this isn’t ‘our world’ either. We humans came from Earth, fleeing the Morkth. The terraforming of this place had been started by robot drones nearly fifty years before we even left Sol. Fortunately, there was an atmosphere with oxygen, but no