Brian Muise

Number 30

“Ugh, this again. It has not worked now in over a year. Why do we keep trying?” The voice of a women over his shoulder seems to echo the thoughts of the people in the control room. “Because Grace, we’re all running out of time, and this is the only thing anyone can think of. Unless of course you have a better idea?” As Grace makes an audible groan, she backs away and asks the crewmember to her left, “Who do we have today?”. The crew member doesn’t break eye contact with the screen in front of them, “Subject’s name is Eve. She was one of the last to make the trip before we severed ties.” Grace, clearly not impressed, inhales, and looks around the room. She does not like that only a few of the people in the room have any idea what is going on. And time is not on their side.