otherâs arms at nightâeven if it meant one of them was getting to bed long after the other had already turned in.
Such a brief window of time, he thought. They had known then that the Formics were returning, but there were days when they had allowed themselves to forget for a few hours how uncertain their future was. It was what a marriage should be. Now it seemed unlikely that they would ever have days together again.
As always, Kimâs final sentence left him off balance: Believe we can win. Have faith in the IF, she was saying, faith in yourself. He couldnât tell her how impossible that was, first to believe and then to achieve. News flash: The unrelenting human spirit was not going to be enough. All of us exerting our best effort, tech, tactics, and strategies would still leave us on the losing side. Last time we were lucky; this time we have no chance.
He pushed the thought away, closed the vid, and returned to the forum, hoping to find a few responses to the nanoshield, anything to take his mind off the life he should be living on Luna.
To his surprise, the forum was exploding with new posts. COPERNICUS DESTROYED read the title of one. HEGEMON HOLDING PRESS CONFERENCE NOW read another.
Mazer quickly climbed out of his sleep sack and launched across the barracks toward the holotable. Copernicus. One of the eight Parallax telescopes placed in orbit out beyond the solar system. Before the war, scientists had used the scopes for exoplanet research or to track potential collision threats coming into system. Once we realized the Formic fleet was coming and only a few years away, the Hegemony had seized control of the telescopes to track the Formic fleetâs approach. Copernicus was the most important of the bunch, for it was positioned out beyond the system between us and the Formic fleet, giving us our best view of the enemy.
Now it was gone.
Mazer flipped on the holofield and dug through the transmissions that trickled in constantly from Luna, not caring how much noise he was making.
Shambhani appeared at Mazerâs side, shielding his eyes from the light and still fighting sleep. âWhatâs going on, Mazer?â
âThe forum,â said Mazer. âWeâre getting reports that Copernicus has been destroyed.â
Shambhani was awake in an instant. âDestroyed? By what? Please tell me it was a collision.â
Mazer was hoping the same. A collision would be a natural phenomenon, perhaps from a comet or asteroid or dense cosmic dust. Or perhaps even from another man-made object, though all of those possibilities seemed highly unlikely. Copernicus was a tiny speck in a massive stretch of empty space. The chances of it getting struck by anything were incredibly small. Plus, the satellite had a collision-avoidance system that would push it out of the path of any approaching threat.
Mazer found the file a moment later. It had come in on the news feeds on the last transmission cycle, broadcast an hour ago. He selected it, and the flat vid began to play in the holofield. Ukko Jukes, the Hegemon of Earth, stood at a podium. He had aged since Mazer had seen him last, and he looked weary. Behind him hung the seal of the Hegemony, and to his left stood various admirals of the Fleet.
âApproximately ten days ago,â said Ukko, âCopernicus, one of the eight Parallax satellites, was destroyed by a single Formic fighter.â
The words were like a blow to Mazerâs chest.
âHow is that possible?â said Shambhani. âThe Formics arenât even here yet.â
âQuiet,â said Rimas. Others in the barracks were gathering now.
âLet me emphasize,â said Ukko, âthis Formic fighter was alone. The Formic fleet is still a great distance away from our system. I donât want anyone to get the impression that the Formics are upon us, ready to engage our outposts and ships in the Kuiper Belt. That is not the case. While we should all be