Harrow doesn't catch all of that. That's because she's reeling.
She was prepared for, perhaps, the deep hungry emptiness of space. The lack of the thanergy on which she depends. But this is something else.
This is not lifeless space; this is not even a colony world, ten thousand years old and barely terraformed. This is Earth, the mother of all, and on this globe is laid four billion years of life and death in an eternal ebb and flow.
There isn't a single planet in her world with this kind of history; the First House itself had all its life scythed away in one blow; it has no more life or even thanergetic unlife than any of the worlds rekindled in that same era.
She has never felt anything so complex and busy, swarming around her, a mosaic of thalergy and thanergy. She has never even imagined it. Her knees buckle and she leans heavily on Ingress.
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Date: 2020-10-09 11:33 am (UTC)She was prepared for, perhaps, the deep hungry emptiness of space. The lack of the thanergy on which she depends. But this is something else.
This is not lifeless space; this is not even a colony world, ten thousand years old and barely terraformed. This is Earth, the mother of all, and on this globe is laid four billion years of life and death in an eternal ebb and flow.
There isn't a single planet in her world with this kind of history; the First House itself had all its life scythed away in one blow; it has no more life or even thanergetic unlife than any of the worlds rekindled in that same era.
She has never felt anything so complex and busy, swarming around her, a mosaic of thalergy and thanergy. She has never even imagined it. Her knees buckle and she leans heavily on Ingress.