Flier's CompassFlier's Compass Compiled from Flier Maxine Nerra's diaries on V-Arcto-I and Promisco files on the mission.We weren't the first on Arcto. This, of course, is one of a space explorer's worst fears. Any flier going further than his own moon undergoes hundreds of hours of lectures and simulator-training to prepare for the possibility. But there was a gap in our education: we were not prepared to meet humans. When we got to Arcto, the Advancer Corp. was already there.It had been almost half a century since Advancer and Promisco had interfered with each other. They were still rivals, obviously, but each had enough spies in the other to keep business separate, and had long before realised it would cost less to do so – in both human and monetary terms.Until Arcto. The promise of profit on Arcto was too great. I now suspect that the upper echelons of our company knew what we were getting into, and Advancer was certainly aware that we had our eyes o
The Unobserved StarThe little star was sad. Quantum didn't believe in it, and that means a lot to a star. Without quantum you can't have fission, and without fission a star is nothing.The thing was, the star was alone. It was a few billion light years to the nearest gallery. It was so lonely it would put up with a name like NGC 9738 just to have an astronomer dream of it.A planet would be worth its weight in god.Eventually the star got so heavy-hearted that it collapsed into blackness. Friendships with spaghetti don't last long, but nor do unobservèd stars.