Conjuring Dreams or Learning to Write by Writing Page 14
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From the control room, the Director General watched the little blip of the Dragon on a scope, his eyes sad. All around him, on thirty different planets, there was panic as the unmistakable and incredibly swift signs of Rega's degeneration became obvious. No one in a conventional mode of travel would be able to escape, just one alcoholic troublemaker and a handful of colonists that left three days before. He watched as the blip began dimension hopping maneuvers and so never saw the blast the ripped through an entire unprepared system. Almost unprepared system, for one tiny ship blinked across a barrier before it could do more than glimpse the death of the system.