Heart Of Gold Spaceship นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"The Syndicate owns the launch pads. They own the satellites. We're standing on a pile of black sand and scrap metal." "We don't need a rocket," a voice boomed from the icebreaker's bridge. Mina stepped forward, holding a holographic projector salvaged from the Arbiter. "We have the Mass-Driver. Silas built a magnetic catapult in the Andes for 'Off-World Asset Liquidation.' He used it to shoot gold bars into orbit. If we can recalibrate the 'Ninth Bar' frequency into the magnets... we can shoot the icebreaker." "You want to launch a three-thousand-ton ship into space using a gold-catapult?" Alexander’s "Echo" flickered into existence for a brief, shimmering second, his voice full of its old,

The data-stream didn't end; it evaporated. One second, Dax and I were hurtling through a tunnel of roaring, black information, our bodies stretched into ribbons of pure code. The next, the velocity vanished. We didn't land on a floor. We materialized in the center of a suspension field, floating in a space that defied every law of the void we had just escaped. This wasn't the cold, empty geometry of the ship’s hull. This was the Golden Core.

“Chris, click the switch for the wheels to come down.” (click) “Copy that, wheels down.” The wheel's doors open, and all you hear is the mechanical noise as the wheels are released from under the ship. Chris turns quickly and looks at me with that gorgeous smile. “We are about to land hold on Jessblue.” I shake my head letting him know I am ready. I see the ground through the spaceship window, and in a matter of seconds, the wheels hit the pavement, and all you hear is the screeching sound of the tires as the ship comes to a stop. We have landed.

Banished to a desolate region, he perished by the roadside. As for Marcus, once a proud scholar, he reverted to his former state of idiocy, wandering the streets as a target of mockery and humiliation from all who saw him. But this time, there was no kind-hearted astral to grant him the Heart of Astral Clarity. In the end, I completed my tribulation, severed all ties of mortal love, and was bestowed the title of "The Heartless Astral."

Harper had always thought that driving through snow at night must be what rocketing through space looked like. The white flakes looked like tiny points of light speeding around them in the darkness – like hitting warp speed on the Enterprise. Her Scotty was currently white-knuckling it along a narrow, winding country road.

“No my child, open your eyes like you are trying to see for the first time. Closing your eyes closes your sight within her mind and yours.” When I opened my eyes expecting to see her, I saw that I was stuck within a white hall with a few gold doors, red doors and black doors. “Good my child”, I heard her voice echo through the halls. I turned around trying to see her but she wasn’t there. “The gold ones represent her favorite memories. Red means her intimate ones and black means her dreadful ones”. I nodded my head and looked to the right where I saw a golden door. “Choose a memory for now and open it”.

Without waiting for his reply, I waked into the kitchen and placed the meat and potato cheese enchiladas in a plate to heat it. “Myra!” “What?” I called back, turning on the oven. “I think we need to talk.” I turned in surprise, his voice was closer. He was leaning against the counter staring at the fridge magnets we had. There were a lot. Both, Zivah and I looked them and collected them wherever we went. I walked towards him, following his gaze. His eyes went strained on one magnet in particular. It was a dark red star with hope written on it in white. Zivah had got in a few months back and it was one of my favourite ones.

One out of the thousands nameplate was glowing brightly. Everyone within the hall knew the nameplate hadn't glowed for thousands of years but, for it to glow now, while the owner was serving his exile sentence, was odd. The hardworking snails moved out of their stations and crowded the wall to have a good look at the glowing nameplate. The entire hall was filled with soft murmurs when they read the words written on the golden plate. 'Entry permission requested for Hue Hedo (God of Comfort, Resident of Fantasy) and Jennet Hedo (Human, Resident of Reality)

When the three Gold coins were successfully made, the hooded guy dropped down from exhaustion. After resting for a few moments he got up and grabbed the coins still weak from the nonstop hammering and continues strike of lightning for a million years. He went back to the center of the galaxies where the combined Golden lights are located. He tossed the coins slowly and they floated in separate locations. One is at the top then the two are located on the left and right side of the bottom part, forming a triangle shape as the Golden lights center the three coins.