Chapter 4 : Gen 7
Dot puffed her cheeks. Then unpuffed them. Then puffed them again.
It. Was. So. Boring.
She was on her post at scout comms. ‘Dead-end post’ didn’t even begin to cover it. Of all the jobs aboard the fleet, it was either the best one or pure unadulterated t*****e, depending on who you asked. If you were lazy and older, it might as well be heaven. For a seventeen year old girl it was t*****e by boredom. Nothing happened. Ever. The scans were automated, the monitors were constantly showing the same status.
The frequencies were scanned by a subroutine, it just needed a person to validate them when something came in from the scouts.
But nothing ever did.
The Eves had stopped sending scouts, they said it was the itch of men to go out and die exploring. Not many scout ships
