Spindrift: Part One: Chapter TwelveChapter Twelve: The MachineSpindrift: Part One: Chapter Twelve by Alveric2
A lot was lost when the old Technic civilization collapsed into tyranny and war. Not the least were twelve worlds and their billions of inhabitants. Even after twenty-two centuries, one cannot walk the surface of Numerica without an environment suit and radiation shielding. It shouldn’t be surprising therefore that the art and science of building antimatter power plants didn’t survive.
Through my lifetime, at least, it’s always seemed that we were just on the edge of recovering this ability, only to find some new subtlety to the old technology that put the goal just that much further beyond our reach. The potential gains: ships that can exceed one parsec per day while also traveling from one edge of known space to the other without refueling, energy shielding, faster than light communication and, yes, super weapons, to name a few, have always been enough to make this quest the philosopher’s stone o
Julia, the Summer WitchJulia, the Summer Witch by manymasksmanyfaces
The sun situated comfortably over a cove with a white sandy beach and tropical trees around the brim. The water in the bay was tranquil, and all but one of the seasonal witches gathered to enjoy the sea breeze of the domain of summer. The three: winter, spring, and summer all had their familiars and those that tagged along.
Harmony had an extra large umbrella covering her as she sat in her beach chair. A cooler sat beside her with sodas and glasses of milk (and bags of cookies) but no ice. She took out a soda and one could see the condensation of the drink turning to frost from her touch. She had a white one piece swimsuit that had an impression of mistletoe on her left side. Additionally, comically large sunglasses graced her face to protect her from the brightness of the sun.
Newlyn sat to the winter witch’s right and also had an umbrella shielding her fair skin from the high sun. The maternal witch ate bits of mango from a bowl while she kept an eye on the familiars who