“Where are we, Rospar?” he asked.“By comparing visible stars with my database, I believe we are on the ninth planet of the Persephone system,”...replied Rospar. “An Eden world. We are quite some distance from our planned route, captain. Assuming we are able to establish a distress beacon that can be detected from anywhere in the system, I would estimate it may take between one month and two years before a ship passes through this area and finds us.”Vice swore. A month to two years? It was better. A contingent of graduates, cadets, and faculty from the two extracted merchant marine academies wanted to train with Confederacy technology, then return to Earth and fight the Swarm from sunken redoubts. Azahar was the colony where such training was available, and Helva was making that delivery along with two specialists requisitioned from and extracted by the Office of Targeted Extractions.Helva’s crew quarters and modified passenger pods had been a little crowded, but now Inkie and the rest. ?I'm still thinking about it.? Matt was a good student, but had only avague idea about what job he would like to do or where he wanted to go.?I might try with a college in Spiral, though. It's a big city and I'msick with all this crap about my father here. Still, my aunt and uncleare not very happy about that.?Only a few decades had passed since the appearance of Twisted. Lots ofpeople were suspicious about them, if not openly hostile. Unfortunately,the majority of the town's population seemed. You sound like a beautiful lady, and beautiful ladies should never be ignored. Wish I could do something to make you feel better (no, I’m not asking to meet you in real life). I’m happily married, in the same boat as your husband, and understand what he is feeling about the situation. Chat rooms are so public (but I guess that’s the point), so why don’t you return this email with some more of your witty conversation. I’ll reply to you, you to me, and so on. Who knows, we might become good.