This site is now archived.

She saw them then: the Chrono-Wraiths. They weren’t ghosts, but echoes of the data stored in the dust. Projected images of a forgotten civilization played out against the backdrop of the stars—children running through gardens of light, scientists arguing over glowing blueprints. They were beautiful, but they were dangerous; their static could fry a ship's nervous system in seconds.

Data is physically manifest as heavy, shimmering dust.

As Elara steered her ship, the Mote , into the shimmering indigo haze, the sensors began to scream. To the naked eye, the nebula looked like swirling silk, violet and obsidian. Up close, it was a chaotic web of crystalline fragments, each no larger than a grain of sand, yet holding more history than an entire planetary library. She was hunting for a specific grain—the "Origin Spark."

The dust displays "ghosts" of the information it contains. To help me tailor the next part of this world or story: Should we focus on the civilization inside the data?

Elara adjusted her magnetic harpoon. Her visor locked onto a single, pulsing gold speck buried in a vortex of violet gas. "Got you," she whispered.

All content Copyright © 2002-2009 Alan Penner
Powered byWordPress, Penner Hosting and Superb Internet
Some Rights Reserved
penner42
Redistribution is permitted under the terms of
this Creative Commons License