Chapter Thirty-Six
August 5, 2230, Alpha Centauri, approaching Chiron aboard the Argo
“Landing permission confirmed,” Emma reported. “Transferring controls to you, Jia. Welcome to Chiron.”
“Someday, I wonder if our false registration will trip us up,” Jia muttered, the slight discomfort over the lie countering the excitement of the landing.
They might not be able to change everything about their ship, but they could offer a fake registration and identities. Port authorities didn’t confirm anything based on visual inspection, so it was surprisingly easy for someone to land on a planet illegally as long as they had a good engineer, a powerful AI, and the ID preparing the way.
Jia would have preferred landing without subterfuge, but screaming to the world that they were there by taking n
