Cleo’s ASP…
Wednesday, August 27th, 2014[Note: In spite of my lists of what-ifs and other data I use to create stories for you, sometimes I just wake up in the middle of the night with a story idea. Who knows? I might eventually turn this one into a novella or novel, although it’s really short in its present form. Enjoy!]
Cleo’s ASP
Steven M. Moore
Copyright 2014
Dargon signed off from the remote feed to the planet’s huge satellite and faced his assistant.
“There’s evidence they made it to that huge moon, but, for some reason, after that they just hunkered down until all hell broke loose.” He stretched. “The fossil record isn’t of long duration. You’d think they went through an atomic holocaust because it happened so quickly.”
“Maybe not so quickly,” said J’Rin. “There are strata, as you know.”
“Not many. Doesn’t change the fact that they failed to explore the solar system and beyond.” A figure appeared silhouetted in the opening to his tent. “Yes, Tilsook?”