What Happens On Treaty Station
Divya can’t tell anyone about her secret alien rendezvous.
“Ambassador Patel, we are approaching Treaty Station,” announced the ship’s AI pilot. “Thank you,” she responded. The ship was a small one. Her position qualified her for something larger, with room for support staff, but she preferred this simpler, automated model. If asked, she explained it as a cost-saving measure. No need for support staff on a largely ceremonial annual visit. After all, she would chuckle knowingly, i...