“From the heat death of the universe.” Her voice was calm, almost maternal. “I saw the last photon die. I heard the silence between atoms. And when I turned around to leave, something followed me.”
“Back from where?”
“JUC-877. Convicted: Unauthorized temporal drift. Sentence: Permanent exile aboard the Mourning Star . Additional notes: Extremely dangerous. Do not engage in conversation.” juc-877
She smiled. It was a terrible thing to see. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” “From the heat death of the universe
One night, Kael found Seven in the engine bay, her palm pressed against the reactor’s lead shielding. The metal was warm. It should have been freezing. juc-877