CHAPTER 16There was majesty to it and a stately grandeur as if time and space had conjoined to create a smoothly functioning machine. One filled with colour and movement that shone from the screens. An image that held a teasing familiarity.
Edallia named it. “Saturn. It looks like Saturn.”
A dully glowing ball surrounded with diverse rings which sparkled and flashed in winking shards of transient brilliance. Haloes composed of myriads of assorted shapes and sizes. Fragments and massive lumps mixed with items of smaller dimension all locked together in the wheeling measure of an eternal saraband.
“A closed system,” said Zuber. “It has to be. Everything breaking into the Drift is swept towards it and spiralled into orbit. The central core has mass and therefore a gravitational pull. My gu
