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They were nothing more than drifting blips of consciousness against a backdrop of infinity. They were running from what humanity had become---to save what it could be. Some believed they were going on an adventure, others ran from an existence of convenience, and others from the law. Dreamers, philosophers, geniuses (if you could call one such who was willing to partake in such a mission)were aboard; those insane enough to bury in the gullet of an asteroid and sling shot into the stars. The end of another decade was upon the Rock and it would soon be time to reanimate the replacement crew. Titus dreaded being confined again in the icy grip of the stasis chamber. He was a hunter and trained killer, trapped for two centuries with no prey.
[This is an idea for a novel that I've been cognitively molding for the last month. I'm new to the genre of Science fiction, but I'm an avid writer. Don't hold back, the negative criticism always helps the most.]
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EtherealReality, if this is for a novel, it belongs in the other Fragments and Feedback area (the one for novels). I'm going to move it there and leave this here so you'll know where it went.
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