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| − | I'd slept with Joshua in any number of places over the years. A cold concrete floor in a shed on Meridian, a pallet of pine boughs under a snow-banked tree on Meadow, a flower-strewn featherbed in a beach cabana on Angel. None of them, however harsh or pleasant, could match the Ark ship we currently trod. Or rather, Joshua trod, pacing to and fro while I tried to get comfortable on the deck. As a crew we'd undertaken the trip to ''Amenoukihashi'' hoping to find genetic material uncontaminated by Halcyon and find it we did—the entire ship looked to be filled with cryogenically frozen ancestors, asleep for half a millennium, dreamers of a new world, unconscious saviors of humankind. Were it not for the knowledge that I might be called on the morrow to rescue the ship from oblivion and therefore I needed my sleep, I would have been as keyed-up as my husband. It's not every day I got to explore a derelict ship in the middle of nowhere that was a five-mile long cave of wonders. Of course, it was the middle of nowhere part that bothered me most. I tried not to dwell on everything that might go wrong by finding a distraction. In Joshua, as usual, I found it.<br><br> | + | I'd slept with Joshua in any number of places over the years. A cold concrete floor in a shed on Meridian, a pallet of pine boughs under a snow-banked tree on Meadow, a flower-strewn featherbed in a beach cabana on Angel. None of them, however harsh or pleasant, could match the Ark ship we currently trod. Or rather, Joshua trod, pacing to and fro while I tried to get comfortable on the deck. As a crew we'd undertaken the trip to '''Amenoukihashi''' hoping to find genetic material uncontaminated by Halcyon and find it we did—the entire ship looked to be filled with cryogenically frozen ancestors, asleep for half a millennium, dreamers of a new world, unconscious saviors of humankind. Were it not for the knowledge that I might be called on the morrow to rescue the ship from oblivion and therefore I needed my sleep, I would have been as keyed-up as my husband. It's not every day I got to explore a derelict ship in the middle of nowhere that was a five-mile long cave of wonders. Of course, it was the middle of nowhere part that bothered me most. I tried not to dwell on everything that might go wrong by finding a distraction. In Joshua, as usual, I found it.<br><br> |
"Keep that up and you'll wear a trench in the deck," I said to my husband, squirming yet again with the blanket.<br><br> | "Keep that up and you'll wear a trench in the deck," I said to my husband, squirming yet again with the blanket.<br><br> | ||
