In everyone’s life there comes a turn around point, and if there isn’t you hit the point of no return. In my case I have reached both and never returned, at least not the same each time. These life junctures had led me to firmly conclude that no person can be truly rational at all times. I for one have wasted too much time thinking about what is and isn't rational. The answer to which is self evident. I ask then what is your time to you?
Why build something you will never use? This is the question that ?? had asked himself before being transported an incomprehensible distance to a hostile world, and being left essentially marooned forever. The machines built by the ancients were wondrous indeed, but one must not ponder a question if the answer is not already known.
Mug Tanner is adrift in a space craft. One he had stolen a very long time ago.
He is unable to direct where it goes, but it seems to be on a schedule. He has visited one world after another in a seemingly endless journey. Spending days on some planets and in a few as long as a lifetime.
The ship was quite a steal when Mug had first laid eyes upon her. One of the most interesting kind, one of the ancients' that looked mostly restored already. Just floating in the geo-stationary orbit of its nearby moon, where the restoration and repair crews lived. Mug had not had the time to check all the ship's systems. He was having to move fast. He would get the ship moving first and then locate the navigational console when safely away from this place.