distant_drift (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} distant_drift) wrote,@ 2009-06-15 13:20:00 |
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North Prologue 1 - extremely rough
01:02:32
'Hermes, we are secure. Detaching seal in three... two... one... you are good to go.'
"That was the final broadcast from Commander Moore at Aurora station less than two minutes ago. The first habitation of an alien artifact ushers in a new era for our civilization as we expand ever outward in our quests for both knowledge and space. What will these brave people face during the challenging months ahead? Tune in to UBN at ten o'clock for the exclusive story."
There were no expectations for fanfare nor parades, no countdowns with baited breath, and yet all three of the station's new inhabitants had hoped for something more memorable than a ten second blurb.
In a society where the masses were jaded and genuine novelty had become predictable this was not a surprise. Until one of them died or an actual alien appeared there would likely be little notice.
Contemporary society was accustomed to constant change and saw no farther than the trendiest bit of ingenuity, but to those few who actually were watching, this was akin to a miracle. Men and women of great power and knowledge dissected every movement and decision silently; survival hinged in part on their calculations. Unfortunately they were inaccessible and so whatever praises were offered went unnoticed.
With mild resentment Caleb switched off the receiver and leaned his elbow on an arm, the bulbous chair whisked smoothly to one side.
Emily's mouth quirked, their new furnishings had been designed for something taller and much heavier than they. Growing accustomed to the sensitivity of apparatus would take time.
01:02:32
'Hermes, we are secure. Detaching seal in three... two... one... you are good to go.'
"That was the final broadcast from Commander Moore at Aurora station less than two minutes ago. The first habitation of an alien artifact ushers in a new era for our civilization as we expand ever outward in our quests for both knowledge and space. What will these brave people face during the challenging months ahead? Tune in to UBN at ten o'clock for the exclusive story."
There were no expectations for fanfare nor parades, no countdowns with baited breath, and yet all three of the station's new inhabitants had hoped for something more memorable than a ten second blurb.
In a society where the masses were jaded and genuine novelty had become predictable this was not a surprise. Until one of them died or an actual alien appeared there would likely be little notice.
Contemporary society was accustomed to constant change and saw no farther than the trendiest bit of ingenuity, but to those few who actually were watching, this was akin to a miracle. Men and women of great power and knowledge dissected every movement and decision silently; survival hinged in part on their calculations. Unfortunately they were inaccessible and so whatever praises were offered went unnoticed.
With mild resentment Caleb switched off the receiver and leaned his elbow on an arm, the bulbous chair whisked smoothly to one side.
Emily's mouth quirked, their new furnishings had been designed for something taller and much heavier than they. Growing accustomed to the sensitivity of apparatus would take time.
