She felt a thin layer of sweat forming along her temples. She took a breath and forced herself to pause long enough to send a mental command through the processing patch just below her throat. The four investors sitting before her probably thought she was composing her thoughts. But she was actually commanding the nanoparticles on her face to shimmer and give her that classic “dewy glow” while other particles swept any excess sweat back through her hairline.
Or so she hoped. She was still in the process of calibrating and training the mental commands program.Continue reading
The Shifting Night Anomaly was so called at first because its margins seemed to change every so often, making it difficult, if not impossible, to map. We had sent probe after probe inside for three generations. Out of the near thousand probes that were deployed, only forty-seven were recovered. The more we learned about the anomaly, the more we realized how fitting the name was. There were no systems and no stars within, only remnants of dead worlds. Only strange and exotic gases. Only nebulas haunted by the ghosts of stars that flickered and faded before they could burst into life. Continue reading