All his life, Zero had never imagined he would be piloting an alien vessel through a dead sky, guided by a creature that resembled something pulled from the depths of an ocean trenches. Even understanding the systems beneath his hands would once have seemed impossible.
Yet now the knowledge felt instinctive, as though it had always been waiting inside him,as if fate had hand drawn this path for him.
if thats the case, than fate is a cruel mistress.
The vessel moved silently above what had once been Seattle, gliding through pale morning air that carried no warmth, no promise.
“Keep going,” Grohanva said from the passenger seat, his voice calm. “You will know it when you see it.”
Zero did not respond.
He had barely spoken since they left the desert.
Grohanva had attempted to provoke h
