How High We Go in the Dark

“You can’t leave us! Planet X will collide with us soon. We see the signs, the rising seas, the fires. These are the signs of judgment.”

.S.S. Yamato–—Launch Day, December 30, 2037

only good for one or two days before spoiling

Bryan Yoshio Iba Yamato

My interns had begun staring at me at work, mentally boring a hole in my skull, no doubt hoping to reveal what they envisioned as a tiny version of some wormhole they saw in a sci-fi flick with people zipping around the universe, parallel realities traversable by psychedelic cosmic tunnels.

The government is committed to establishing a colony out there.

Rising sea levels, California burned to a crisp every year, plague wards filled with patients . . . yeah, it’s a party down here,”

Our dining table was covered with data from our tests, blueprints of the starship nearing completion at Area 51.

if the shit hits the fan

But only our first was pandemic free.