The ice watched the strange thing that had recently entered its world.

It was hot, very hot. This was uncomfortable for the ice. A sizeable crater had already been melted in its pristine surface, and it did not like that. But the melting had slowed as the large object cooled, and now the ice felt the allure of information as it observed events taking place.

Events were a rare thing, for the ice....

“I think I just met the happiest person in the world.”

Dahl turned from where he was bent over his desk, frowning at the dark-haired woman standing behind him. A wisp of smoke rose from his project as a small drop of solder smouldered in place and began to harden.

“You met who? What are you talking about? Did you get the tanks filled?” Dahl stopped in his questioning and frowned, noting the woma...