He stood up, walked to the viewport, and watched as the automated systems began the slow, gentle process of waking the other forty-seven. The amber sun of Proxima Centauri spilled its light over the hull, and for the first time in two centuries, Kaelen smiled.
He stood up, walked to the viewport, and watched as the automated systems began the slow, gentle process of waking the other forty-seven. The amber sun of Proxima Centauri spilled its light over the hull, and for the first time in two centuries, Kaelen smiled.