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Updated: May 15, 2025
He was in luck; the straight-backed gray-haired figure in the dark civilian suit, sitting alone at a tiny table in an alcove, caught his eye. He moved closer, straining for a clear glimpse through the crowd. Then he was sure. He had the biggest possible catch of the day in his sights; Admiral of Fleets Frederick Greylorn.
Joyce tuned the clatter down to a faint clicking, and switched his transmitter on. "You're on, Captain," he said. "This is Captain Greylorn, UNACV Galahad; kindly identify yourself." I repeated this slowly, half a dozen times. It occurred to me that this was the first known time in history a human being had addressed a non-human intelligence.
I looked him in the eye with all the glare I had. He stepped back a pace. "Why don't you jump him," he called to the crowd. The wall annunciator hummed and spoke. "Captain Greylorn, please report to the bridge. Unidentified body on main scope." Every man stopped in his tracks, listening. The annunciator continued. "Looks like it's decelerating, Captain."
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