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Captain Jules set out on his journey over 200 years ago. He could barely remember what it was to age. For centuries they have been stuck in what was known as "The Timeless Quadrant".

In this place time stood still, although their technology allowed them to sustain life for thrice the normal expectancy for humans. Jules walked on deck, another hopeless day he thought to himself. The crew was demoralized, they have an on board electron disperse clock with told the tale of how long they were really lost in this endless section of URL1 matter which direction they headed it was more of the same.

Although the lack of excitement in this galaxy proved to be "safer" many had reminiscent of the times which they had enemies, encounters of foes, constant risk of their lives. This day would be different. Jules looked to his #1 and asked stoically, "Is the Dillinger map responding?

" Fleet commander Tosmoy responded irritably, "No, it hasn't responded in 53 years, why would it today? " The captain threw a sharp glance his way, fully understanding of how hopeless their situation was. Their reliable ship, The Burmese Falcon, was in a strange way.

There was no on board damage. Nothing out of the ordinary, save for the fact that their galaxy mapper was completely unresponsive, all the other systems were in peak operating system. This day would be different however, the Dillinger map, the newly patented space navigation system had responded, dimly at first but it was clear as day to the ones monitoring the system which had been dead for half a century.

Beep...beep. The system sounded faintly at first, but then it began to pick up a startling array of what seemed to be an incoming meteor storm."Captain! MS ahead, breach in 30 seconds!

" Commander Tosmoy shouted."Well, evade it, boost to 75%, sensitivity at full! " The Captain responded confidently, as this was the standard for dodging meteor clusters. But this time it would take more than standard procedures."W...what.

No! Captain the Boosters are down, the backup drive is unresponsive too!" Tosmoy began to sound frantic.

"10 seconds to breach. " The navigator had a new breath of life as the computer began communicating once again."Captain! " Tosmoy shouted again.

"I know, Tosmoy! Manual overdrive! Give the controls to Tsudra NOW!

" The Captain ordered loudly. Flight Master Tsudra took the manual controls immediately, he was the most skilled pilot in their home galaxy. As they breached the meteors, augmented visuals came onscreen.

All that could see stared, their faces filled with shock and disbelief. This wasn't a meteor shower, or cluster...it was a graveyard of ships clearly marked from Second Earth, all Space Dominators, the pinnacle of Human technology. What could have caused this?

The question must have been universal throughout the crew...but the answer waiting for them shortly ahead.To be continued.

Richter couldn’t think. He was too close to panic to understand how to get the drives working again. He knew the reason was just there beyond his reach, but his mind kept stalling every time he heard those sounds from the door behind them.

S mind looped in endless circles trying to think logically instead of instantly returning to how close he and Samson were to death. Because the thing was still on the other side of the door. Without being able to engage the drives for the ship, they would never be able to make it to safety, especially since the meteor shower did so much damage to the communications systems as well as all of the propulsion systems.

Additionally, he wasn’t sure if the reactor was even online. Samson had declared them officially dead in the water, but there was something they were missing. Richter knew there was some minor detail he was glossing over, something obvious that he – Sliding.

Outside the door behind them the thing was sliding over the port. It was a wet sound underplayed with something that sounded hard that was scraping the paint off, like bone across a rusty sheet of metal. Richter and Samson looked at each other, sharing words that didn't need to be spoken.

They *were* dead in the water. Richter thought that the creature that killed almost everything onboard arrived with the meteor shower that disabled the ship. Samson disagreed, he thought it had been onboard since they left Sector 5 and the uncharted planet they found there.

Strange; the planet was not on any of the charts. Regardless, the thing was *definitely* onboard now and trying to finish its task of digesting every living thing onboard. Which only left the two of them.

And still that feeling of missing something. Salvation seemed so very close….

For Your Convenience" Millie was the last on her block to get a Home Assist unit. She had no need for technology, because Daniel, her husband was still able to cook, clean, and offer comfort. Millie was bedridden.

Her legs could no longer take her where she wanted to go. If she wanted to talk to her friends, she'd speak to them through video stream. Depression mixed with jealousy at times, because her friends would oftentimes cal from some beautiful far off place Millie would probably never get to see.

She at least had the man of her dreams, married for 35 years. She had him, Daniel, simply putting out the trash one evening, was struck by a reckless driver. Millie's world had been obliterated.

Daniel's death attracted family from miles off, and as they expressed their condolences, a few whispered to her about buying a Home Assist. She was assured how hands-off the process would be. An HAu worked on gesture and voice command; Millie's fears about this new technology had been conjured in her head; the HAu was set up in her home within two weeks time.

A Home Assist rep activated the HAu. The HAu would need to roam through Millie's home in order to store the locations of key places in the home: kitchen, basement, living room, backyard. When it finished its tour, Millie had it all to herself.

Its first task was to bring Millie down from her bedroom. For her dearly departed Daniel, it took a bit of effort to take her up and down the stairs. For the HAu, all it took was a chair attachment that the robot slid onto his back, after gently strapping Millie in.

With the HAu, Millie was living again. HAu could take her any place she desired. She could go to the store, visit her friends, and even enjoy a day at the beach.

Still, Millie missed her time with her husband. The HAu only spoke occasionally, and even then it only spoke in one word sentences. This machine would never be a companion.

Millie felt reinvigorated by the HAu's addition to her home. In time she ascribed human emotions to it, even though nothing had changed about HAu's AI, no matter how many times he received an update. There was one update that was significant.

Milliewas startled awake one morning. The HAu was on top of her. €œHal?

€ Millie said. All the HAu could manage to say was “Bbbbbbbbbb...” HAu had prepared her breakfast and was about to serve it to her, but its last update had malfunctioned the unit, as it did to all HAu units. Hau was too heavy for Millie to push off of her.

She could not dial the phone. She cried for help, hoping that someone would come to her aid. Until then, she had nothing to eat, and nowhere to go.

All she had was the embrace of a thing she couldn't love. Her freedom had now become a burden.

Jillith Corvinson felt the biting grip of the Zeether Collar around her neck as it tightened; but didn’t even flinch. She was so used to the sensation that at times she even forgot she wore the cursed thing. She didn’t have to look down to know that the metallic surface was flashing a bright red; didn’t even try to resist as a jolt of electricity surged from the thing and danced among her brain cells until her limbs were no longer her own and her feet were leading her to the floresant wall of her cell.

For a moment she thought that this was it, they were going to walk her right into the humming barrier and her body would instantly be ignited, ending her pathetic existence. But just before the tip of her nose could reach it an opening was made and she found herself walking from her crammed corner of Lithial Prision, her bare feet slapping gently against the cold of the concrete. The other prisoners stared at her from they’re own glowing cells, they’re intense, hopeless gazes standing out within they’re ragged faces.It was no secret that the prisoners of Lithial were starved and mistreated.

In fact if you were to tell someone they most likely wouldn’t even blink. Lithial was, after all, a prison for the most vicious and foul criminals in the galaxy. €œDead man walking.

€ Came a strained voice to her left and Jillith almost snapped back that she was a woman; no matter if her hair had been sheered off and her body draped in the baggy, overly large uniform of the prison, but she took one look at the old, hunched frail man and decided against it. S rail thin body was knobby and twisted, looking like some misshapen monster from her nightmares rather than a human being. How long had he been here?

Thirty, forty years? Longer? It didn’t really matter.

Once you were sent to Lithial, you weren’t sent out. This hell hole was a place you were sent to die. And the guards made sure that you suffered every long minute of your sentence.

Jillith had the bruises to prove it. After being lead like a mindless servant through the bleak, stingingly cold halls she found herself before a large iron door. The collar at her neck sent another jolt of electricity through her and her hand reached out and pushed it open, which took some doing, the thing was so damn heavy.

€œJillith Corvinson, you have been summoned here today by the court as a last chance to tell us what happened May 26, 2053 in the city of Hailsfer, on the Planet Irvinus in the Gideon Galaxy. As you know your execution is scheduled for tomorrow morning? € Yeah, like she could have forgotten.

Jillith stared up at the council member’s sitting high atop they’re dais’s. No matter how many times she saw them she just couldn’t stop being reminded of hungry wolves, staring down at a plate of savory, prepared lamb chops. --To Be Continued.

Jason stared out the window of the Tadpole One Research Vessel (TORV) as it approached the Earth One Station (EOS), the Twenty-Second Century space station which originated with Skylab from the Twentieth Century. TORV was on approach to dock with EOS, but everyone’s attention was with Jason’s, and maneuvering came to a halt. TORV and EOS inhabitants were witnessing the likely demise of planet earth as dots of light flashed on the Earth’s surface.

Those dots, from the distance of EOS in Earth orbit, were gigantic nuclear explosions. It had finally happened. War had engulfed the planet.

Communication panels on the TORV which connected it with the Earth were going black. Intermittent communications from the EOS were short and metered and the voices which carried those communications were breaking with shock and fear. They were alone.

And everyone knew there was no way to return to the Earth. They were stranded. But no one had come to the place of stating what everyone knew.

Their silence, even overshadowing the short and metered words between the TORV and EOS was more silent than the void of space which surrounded them. The black veil of the infinite expanse of the cosmos began to cover each one, each inhabitant who could no longer call Earth home, because they were watching the Earth die before them. Jason was startled by the promptings of the Commander’s voice ordering him to connect with EOS and engage the docking steps.

Someone had to rattle the nerves of the crew back to the reality of life and living even while death was speaking upon the place that would come to be known as their former home. Jason turned from the window, the white dots still recorded on between each blink of his eyes as he tried to muster the tears from them to concentrate on the controls before him, to engage TORV with EOS. €œThis is TORV.

Request docking procedures. €.

I cant really gove you an answer,but what I can give you is a way to a solution, that is you have to find the anglde that you relate to or peaks your interest. A good paper is one that people get drawn into because it reaches them ln some way.As for me WW11 to me, I think of the holocaust and the effect it had on the survivors, their families and those who stood by and did nothing until it was too late.