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“Yes,” the Prime Minister said. “It’s time for us to be one people again. It’s time for us to put our differences aside. What do you say?”
“On behalf of our people, I accept,” Chuumdar said, extending his hand in friendship.
Puar took it and the crowd in the situation room erupted with cheering and applause.
Epilogue
It was dark in the office where Tander used to do his business, only Seryys’ sister moons shining in through the big windows illuminated the space in a dream-like hue. Dah was jealous of the moons; they would be twins for eternity… or at least until the Seryys sun went nova, but who knew how long that would take? The moons barely lit the two hidden rooms, which were both open. Bri had gone to bed hours earlier so Dah sat at the desk, an ice-cold drink sat sweating on the desk in the warm evening air. In one hidden room sat a prototype exosuit that his late brother had been developing for Seryys Combat. It was a gray and black bodysuit, heavily armored with Ti’tan’lium plates and powered by solar-recharged power cells. Unlike its predecessors, this suit was neither slow nor bulky. It enhanced the wearer’s strength, speed and durability without sacrificing dexterity or agility.
In the other room was an array of prototype and experimental weaponry; things that the government wasn’t interested in, or at least, for the price Tander had asked; things like personal shield emitters, prototype laser pistols and rifles; things like search-and-destroy drones that were no bigger than a man’s fist; things like fusion grenades that could melt Ti’tan’lium in a flash of light; things like that.
On the three computer screens sitting on his desk were readouts of current medical technologies, including experimental and theoretical medicines that were several years out from full development. Most of them were hindered by a lack of funding. He was in the process of making anonymous donations to all three as they were researching nerve damage repair. Though it was mostly for selfish reasons, he knew that these techniques would benefit others as well. Once the donations were complete, he got up with great effort and hobbled, using a cane, into the room where the suit stood on a manikin. He approached it, leaned his cane against it and took the helmet off to examine it.
The dark-visored helmet had a certain appeal to it. When he put in on and looked in the mirror, he smiled and said, “That’ll do. Yes, that’ll do nicely.”
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Author Bio
Raised in the beautiful mountain town of Breckenridge, Joe now lives with his beautiful California girl and bride Bonnie, in Northern Colorado. In 2006, he graduated from Adams State University (a small university in Alamosa, Colorado) with a Bachelor’s Degree in Music Composition. By day, He’s a mild-mannered (yeah, right!) banker and by night, a writer, musician, composer, gamer, and a masked vigilante (not really, but he does own several Superman shirts). He loves Sci-Fi and Fantasy, still reads comic books, has an impressive Star Wars book collection, an unmatched knowledge of Star Wars trivia, has been watching Star Trek since he was in diapers, loves going to the park to read with my wife, HATES sparkly vampires, LOVES Superman, and volunteers every year at StarFest, a Sci-Fi Convention in Denver, Colorado.
For another great science fiction tale, read Children of the Mechanism:
In the bowels of a massive factory, slaves live and work under the gaze of cruel robots. Their lives are short and harsh and meaningless. Until the day a door opens where no door should be, and some of the slaves escape into the corridors. Gradually the true nature of the factory is revealed, a truth that might change everything and throw open every door.