The children of Happenstance

A slight miscalculation in the transport ripple left the children alone on a path to GL482 an insignificant asteroidal dot in the warp badlands of the Obama Galaxy. Lost. That’s right, our children. No one to blame, and the error only discovered years after–by the same computer that committed it. Horror of time and more years lost with not even a signal to decipher, and now they tell us THEY’RE COMING BACK? A dark mass moving ominously toward us, no word, only the repeating beacon, “HAPPENSTANCE… HAPPENSTANCE… HAPPENSTANCE.” Frankly we are uneasy. What should we expect? Reconciliation… judgment… annihilation?

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Title by: Anonymous
Story by: Bill Henderson

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