Hydrogen Sleets
PrologueUnthinkable… shapes?
Must be shapes. Couldn’t be anything else.
Each motion—no flow. No thought, no sense.
Hold I together. Through brutally twisted space.
Space that rips the soul.
Plunge straight in.
Rescue. Rescue all.
Or end I trying.
1The Montague Corporation didn’t exactly cancel my vacation. They just made it boring. I was in a modest green bikini, sunbathing on a chaise of almost insubstantial molecular mesh and enjoying the Congolese rainforest resort’s brilliant clear sunlight and humid tropical fug, when my datalink chirped. “Montague Human Resources for Aidan Redding.”
The company had an unexpected opening for a bottom-level security position.
I could have said no. Montague considers vacation time sacred, and I had two months until my next ass
