We were supposed to be the best of the best. For three generations they’d refined us, perfected us. And then they threw us into the deep end of the pool.
The deep-space probe sent back hope, if not promise. For years they designed and built a ship to get us there. Innovative, cutting-edge technology. But the public still called it a suicide mission. We were the solution to the inquiry.
But we didn’t know what was waiting in the shadows. We weren’t ready for the deaths. We weren’t ready for the disappearances. And we certainly weren’t ready for the natives.