The package has been sent.

Binary code on light wings travels.

Destination determined by chance.

A blue hue pervades

as she waits for her connection.

Eyes drift as she sips her recharge.

The package has been sent.

Energy flows relentlessly.

Contained as if by will not design.

Purpose takes the form of movement

as the recharge kicks in.

‘One last pass through c-space’ she thinks.

The package has been sent.

Coordinates fall from the stream.

Chance becomes opportunity.

A red hue pervades.

This pass will be her final pass.

The package has been delivered.