Book 3: Chapter 63: Well, Hold On
Herschel
April 2257
Sol
Neil and Will popped into my VR together. Neil threw himself down on his favorite bean-bag chair. “The pods are in and connected up. Eight million pods, and it only fills up about two percent of the ship. I forget sometimes how big this sucker is.” He waved a report window open.
Will pulled the window over and began swiping through the report. “Everything looks good. Any issues?”
“Nope. Ours were already set up, of course. Your pods went in without a hitch, and passed all diagnostics. We have just a bit under eight million working stasis pods, waiting for passengers.” I gave Will a Spock eyebrow. “Are you okay, Will? How’d the thing go with the selection?”
“Um, well, about that…” He responded with a sickly grin. “I haven’t actually discussed that particular issue in public. I had a private conversation with a few representatives. We agreed that there is no scenario that doesn’t end with a lot of fear and anger, so we’re putting that off as long as possible.”
I groaned. When this was over, and I had some spare time, there would be a good cry in my future.
“We could hold off the Others, right? It could happen.” Neil looked at each of us.