Colors of the Heart

A Free Heart   Late at night, the inside of the ship is quiet and dark, in the areas where the pilgrims sleep. The elders keep a close watch on the pilgrims, enforcing a rigid schedule, with an early bedtime. The common rooms for the crew are bright and noisy, hours after the pilgrims have gone to bed. I sleep near the crew, and I often stay up with them. The captain lets the staff decide their own hours, as long as the work gets done. The young body that I wear doesn’t need much sleep. Still, if I’m tired in the morning, I sleep late, or use healing energy to restore my strength. The ship has a cage projector that cuts me off from the web, but I can block it. I use a nullifier sparingly, to shield me from the projector, and reconnect with the web. We’re far…

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Silence

  Pilgrims The spaceport near the capital city is called StarPath. It was designed by one of the empire’s leading architects, filled with curves and high ceilings. Most of the waiting areas are underground, beneath the clusters of landing pads. The ships rise and rest quietly, through g-tech that allows them to manipulate gravity. The above-ground terminal is made of three domes, surrounding a taller fourth dome, with a blue stone tower. The smaller domes are red, yellow, and green, with black-roofed walkways at ground level leading to the larger white dome. Each of the three outer domes has a large entrance, marked by an arch thirty feet tall. A river of stars and planets moves across the arch, displaying the colonies of the empire. The inner walls of the spaceport are also in motion, covered with info streams, or decorative, moving patterns. I find the loading gate, and a…

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