144 - Relays Clicked

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.