Chapter 21: SandThe starship Fenghuang, whose model reposed deep inside a mountain in Antarctica, took on shape. Already the engineers cleared the first blueprints. Already a small group of technicians began to work on building a second, bigger model.
All this under the ever-empty eyes of the nameless woman in the glass sarcophagus. By now she was not the only one anymore. Two more people had joined her, both as dead yet alive as she was; more were sure to come.
Time was catching up with humanity at last.
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In an office high above the busy building chamber stood Dhat-Hamin Nejem, lead executive of Operation Fenghuang. The office was as bright as a room without windows could be; after twenty years in the organization and eleven as its lead executive, her eyes had adjusted to the d
