Tuesday, 1 July 2014
The Canterbury Tales: The Miner's Tale
My folks lived out at the quiet end of the third sub-division of the border worlds, in a system called Reyt-Serril. It wasn’t on the way to anywhere and the only people who ever visited were space traders selling expensive luxuries or the touring troupes of opera singers and performance poets.
The channel I’d been speaking to Dobbs on was still open. I could hear a faint fizzing noise, a fading signal, the echo of a voice. I put the frequency through some of the analysers and it located the source. A thin indistinct sound gradually emerged from the aural fog, and it continued to grow louder until I could hear it calling,
“Angelfire six, form up,” then an instant later someone else said, “begin attack pattern four-seven.”