Kaljar |
posted 10-05-99 11:58 PM ET
Academician Provost Zakharov sat at his plasteel desk, fiddling with a simple gun mechanism. As he heard the door to his study open, he put it down. "Ah, Academician, i was just looking for you," said the Talent, returned recently from the laboratories, by the look of his lab coat. "Yes, what is it, er, Ilyena, isn't it?" "Yes, Academician. We have just received word from our colony pod from Okrietia-Discovery." "We have? Excellent, has it found a suitable spot to colonise?" "Er, I believe it has, we just need your final word on the name of this base before it is dismantled and the base started." "Zarya... Zarya Sunrise." "Excuse me, Academician?" "The name of the base, Zarya Sunrise" "Oh, of course, Russian," said the Talent, referring to the language spoken on Earth by the Siberian peoples. It was a good name, Zarya meant sunrise, so literally the base was sunrise sunrise. "is that all Ilyena?" "No sir, there is the matter of the believers..."
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