If you've followed our heroine Alex, you know the last few years have been rough on her. This book doesn't make her life easier. It will start something like this:
The large ship ahead looked festive.
Space was so dark, and the Bell glittered like
a diamond with her lit up windows.
I still didn’t want to go. Too much happened to
us there, and the past few weeks of shore leave with my husband had been the
best in my life.
Adam lifted his hands from the control and let
our shuttle coast. He had an eerie ability to read my moods.
“Are you okay?”
I sighed. “Do we have to go?”
“I do. You don’t. Or, well, we can run away if
you want. Find some planet out of the way where they won’t think to look for
me.”
Good points. Leaving the space-navy or boy
scouts or whatever they were would be frowned upon. Not returning when called for
would probably get him court marshaled.
I wasn’t sure what such a thing would entail,
but nothing good would come of it.
He smiled, clearly trying to cheer me up.
“Don’t you want to get back to work?”
“What work?”
Adam’s voice was the epitome of patience. “If
my memory serves me right, which it does since I’m an android, my wife is the
utmost expert on the history of the late 20th century to early 21st
century.”
“Oh, that.”
Hardly an impressive accomplishment since I was
born in the late 20th
century. Recognizing gadgets, describing languages, politics, and other aspects
of society was easy since I lived there for most of my life. Adam helped. He
had been in 2014 for six months, and as he just pointed out, his memory was
perfect.
He looked amused. “You might not consider it a
big deal, but imagine if you were to run into a person from ancient Egypt.
Wouldn’t you be curious?”
Valid point. I was a walking and talking artifact
to the people of the 26th century. Without Adam’s protection I’d be
their favorite toy to poke and prod. They gave it a good shot, and he had to
marry me to keep them from taking me.
Work aside, the Bell held our friends.
“So, what do you want me to do?” Adam’s voice
shook me out of my thoughts. If I told him to turn the shuttle around he would,
no matter the long-term consequences to himself.
I couldn’t let him do that. “Full speed ahead, Commander. Take us home.”
I couldn’t let him do that. “Full speed ahead, Commander. Take us home.”
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