Our Modern Hope
Embarrassingly, it didn’t take much for Mitchell Lacombe to overcome his inclination to vertigo two years ago and sign up for the Spaceketeers. His mother nagged him to put away the video games, get off the couch, and do something worth a damn. The world needed somebody to step up, she had said, so why not him?
And then she threw out the clincher: If things went wrong, it seemed a better way to go than wasting away in bed, crapping one’s self, and losing one’s mind.
That’s how he found himself in a cozy hunk of silica and aluminum, spinning around in zero-gravity, searching for that one thing that would supposedly turn matters around for the folks back on Earth--a giant rock named Messiah-6.
“Hang on, Mitch.”
Carolyn’s face took up nearly all of the fuzzy CRT monitor.
