PrologueMain asteroid belt, late 21st century
The sticky-sweet strains of Barry Manilow echoed throughout the tiny space tug floating among the asteroids, bouncing off the metal walls of the inner hull and into the ears of the ship’s pilot and captain. Strapped into the pilot’s seat was Angie Williams, a tall and lanky young woman of Jamaican heritage, with skin as dark as midnight and eyes as bright as the stars. In zero-G, her dreadlocked hair formed a mane around her face, giving her the proud and fitting look of the mighty Lion of Judah.
Angie sent her hands dancing effortlessly over the controls, her minor adjustments keeping the ship on station, as she sang her slightly off-key rendition of ‘I Write the Songs’. For all her singing, Angie’s eyes stayed alert and never left the 3D im
