A Mind in Motion

*****Previously***** It was warm, light feeling, and so much more than she had ever expected. ***** Yes, the humans had indeed survived and they had thrived, with passion and intelligence that far outweighed the sterile narrow mindedness of the Amaras. “What do we do now,” asked Nysa as she fidgeted with nervous excitement between her mothers. “We find placement and passage to our new home,” replied Sitara with a broad smile as she nodded towards a booth along the far wall that read ‘ECIS--Earth Citizenship and Immigration Services’ above it. “This is not at all what I expected,” murmured Tasya to her wife as they made their way across the station. “What did you expect? That we would just find empty space and descend down to Earth’s surface like some Galactic Deities?” “Not deities, no but...something along those lines at least.” Laughing, Sitara shook her head and squeezed her wife’s hand. “You and your over romanticized imaginatio...

***Previously*** She could only imagine how the doctors who had helped conceive them felt when they were finally born. ***** It must have been gut wrenching. And bitter upon the tongue with envy and fear. She didn’t fault them, no matter how much she wanted to, because she knew the story, they all did, of how humanity lost its mortality and home world to chaos. But she despised the way her family had suffered for no reason at all. The swooshing of the cabin door pulled her from her thoughts and Tasya turned with her wife to smile at their children who scrambled up to hug them before going to their own seats. “Are we really about to pass Mars,” asked Mosi, their eldest. He leaned as far forward in his seat as he could, his hazel eyes alight with curiosity and fascination. Sitara nodded, glancing at their son as she adjusted their flight path. “We are just passing between Remus and Romulus now.” “They are so big,” whisper...

     The day had come.       It shouldn't have felt so unexpected. We should have been more prepared. Still, can anyone really pinpoint the exact moment warning klaxons are going to start going off and the Space Station you built was finally breaching? Yeah, you repaired the fissures. You kept everything going, leaving the residences under your care completely oblivious, yet prepared. But you knew this day would come.         It's just that the timing sucks.     The party atmosphere suddenly dies down and soon everyone is looking around. Then their eyes settle on the screens surrounding them and the clipped automated female voice encouraging everyone to climb into the nearest space suit and launch their escape pods. It takes mere seconds and then they are moving, dropping everything as they sprint to the nearest panel where the suits and pods are hidden within the frame work of the station. Dresses, tuxedos, ...