As Luina marched up the mountain path, her eyes lingered on the ocean, rolling in gentle red waves as if caressing the base of the white stone spires jutting out from its depths. The sky was a clear blue, with soft sprinkles of white clouds. Luina swallowed down the bitterness in her mouth and stared…
…“Killing hundreds of people in an instant, or saving them all by instantly creating life support systems, unique to each species, and able to withstand the vacuum of space. … Life or death in the wave of a hand.