8 Goodbye to the Solar System
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IT IS FEBRUARY 9, 2093, 0700 ST. The Relentless spreads her wings on the Solar wind and begins her voyage to the Alpha Centauri system. Her wings were actually sails, a gossamer thing spun by the nanobots, a wispy thing ten thousand miles across. The thrust given by the Solar winds adds to the initial deporting thrust, and with the mag field matching the width of the sail, the ship is now getting a boost from burning the little drabs of dust and gases that the ship is overtaking.
There are three of us on the bridge right now, overseeing the safe exodus of the craft from Sol system. Vesta is monitoring the magnetic field and the lasing system for indigestible chunks of rock. Marduk is watching the sail, and the tiny course corrections needed to comp
