Bood and Profit: Page 61

Kepi spent four days learning how to and helping to make books for the Starseeds. Within that four day period the seriousness of the situation became clear when the inky blackness of the collective unconsciousness had begun to grow closer to the tree ship. There was no way of knowing what they would lose when they started to push back the darkness so if a Starseed wasn’t helping grow the tree ship they were working obsessively building or filling books.

The darkness entered the grove of the tree ship. It wasn’t hard to destroy it, all a Starseed needed to do was touch it. And the inky blackness just, faded away along with whatever knowledge that part of the cloud contained.

Once the first part of the cloud had to be dissolved the Starseeds were instantly aware that something had been lost, but none of them could tell what it was. After that they became practically obsessed with the books.

Her phone buzzed on the fourth day. She was being summoned back to the capitol. The message didn’t say for what, it was a basic text that had gone out to each representative. She finished sealing the covers of the six books she had been working on and stood up to stretch. A Starseed took her place almost instantly.

She had expected a summons but not this soon. She expected it to be some time wasting check in and considering the fact that she had not seen any updates from her staff concerning the ship count from her district she expected it to be bureaucratic nonsense.

She updated Eamon and took her cruiser back to the capital.

On the outskirts of the city she received a call from skyline command. She opened the channel and was greeted by a young air traffic controller that looked very tired. “Good afternoon representative.”

Kepi nodded. “Is there something wrong?” She asked.

The air traffic controller shook his head. “Wrong isn’t the correct word. We’ve got about twenty four thousand zone 2 contacts coming into the city over the next three days and that’s on top of the ten thousand that we’ve have arrive in the last two. So I apologize but I have to ask you to maintain the course and speed I just sent your computer until your spot in the landing pattern comes up.” He explained.

She looked at the computer and realized there were going to have her basically fly in a circle. “Any idea of an estimated time table for landing?” She asked.

The air traffic controller shrugged. “When I know, you’ll know.” He offered.

The channel went blank and kepi encoded the course and speed into the navigation system.