In
the orbit of the planet Chishiki, there are hundreds of chunks of ice
from the size of a fist up to the size of a very large cetacean. In the
stable orbit points they glittered and shimmered in their cloud, with
their dark and tentacled shepherd.
A
relay clicked and instruction flowed from glass mountain.
Coordinates. Tonnage. Amount of ice needed to re-establish earthan
bio-mat.
In
the frigid cold and scorching radiation of space... never only one
but always both... relays clicked.
The
targeting satellite reached out dark tentacles, a tiny motor on the end
of each one. Hisss. Match orbit. Hisss. Match orbit. Four hundred
thirteen times before primary motor source is questioned.
In
the dark. In the cold. In the boiling heat. Four hundred thirteen
pieces of ice changed their fall and began to arc across their normal
orbits to impact with the planet. A planet, so far invisible to
their sensors.
The
motor drive pushes them to balls of liquid, held together by quantum
forces long past the hellish furnace of the sun. Back out, crystalizing into ice as they plunge back out, into the
cold, dark night until scraped off the shoe of this orbit plunging
down into this laboratory. Latitude. Longitude.
But
long before the motor could bring its ball of ice to rest in the
atmosphere there was another factor.
Counter
forces scooping smaller balls of ice and water carrying them in
random directions. The explosions of ice where there should only be
solidity.
The
glass mountain programs clicked. Recorded. Whirred to themselves.
Sent ignored notifications to Prime. Recorded. Recorded. Sent
a second wave of instruction because required water levels were not
being met on Chishiki, continent Hinnemon.
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