Chapter Thirty-Five
May 10, 2230, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Cargo Bay of the Argo
Erik closed a crate of plasma grenades and set it with the others.
They had plenty of weapons and ammo and their exos. He had chosen to leave the MX 60 in the hangar and off the ship. Assuming they made it out to the edge of the Solar System, he doubted his flitter would be useful.
Wouldn’t it be a kicker if he was wrong? He sure hoped he didn’t regret that.
A small part of him didn’t like the idea of the MX 60 being lost in space, but an amusing idea surfaced. If something bad happened, the MX 60 could become the core of a comet to be tracked by future humans tens of thousands of years in the future. What a gift for future scientists.
Astronomy and archaeology, all in one.
Erik chuckled and f
