I felt hopelessly cut off from my kind – a strange animal in an unknown world.
(H. G. Wells)
All right, the Mondstadt Operation had begun. Jochen Zeislitz – was once again – watching from privileged position. The Hüpfer of Raumkobolde 46, 47 and 48 were to land on Crater Meton consecutively – to deliver the construction crew of six. Once this had been accomplished, an initial series of eight drones would bring in vital supplies.
Yes, the drones had become ready about one year earlier than initially assumed. But that had its price. They were just transport shells – and had no inner workings. These would arrive as part of the supplies and had to be installed by the construction crew. It made things a little bit more complicated – and might prolong construction time, but it also allowed more flexibility.
At the same time when the decision to use simple transport shells had been made, the name of the settlement had mutated from Mondlager – moon camp – to Mondstadt – moon city. It was – as Jochen knew – just window dressing. Director Kammler wanted the public – and the politicians, of course – to be rivetted. Nobody should find time to think twice about the financial commitments to RRA.
Nevertheless, it was a serious operation. Well, he didn’t envy the six chaps. This was going to be a grinding job. No, he would rather indulge in the treatment his torturers were serving him. It was marvellous to be in their hands again. – Otto, the gym whiz, Jürgen, the outdoor freak, Mannie, the centrifuge bogey, Fritz, the flying menace, and Knut, the masseur, were making him fit for the Jupiter tour.
Uh-huh, the Hüpfer of Raumkobold 46 had disconnected and was ready to go down. Jochen leant forward. They had given him a set of monitors for his personal use – and earphones. Yeah, you couldn’t have a full colonel lounging in a bleak backseat. It was Friday, June 22nd, 1962.
(H. G. Wells)
All right, the Mondstadt Operation had begun. Jochen Zeislitz – was once again – watching from privileged position. The Hüpfer of Raumkobolde 46, 47 and 48 were to land on Crater Meton consecutively – to deliver the construction crew of six. Once this had been accomplished, an initial series of eight drones would bring in vital supplies.
Yes, the drones had become ready about one year earlier than initially assumed. But that had its price. They were just transport shells – and had no inner workings. These would arrive as part of the supplies and had to be installed by the construction crew. It made things a little bit more complicated – and might prolong construction time, but it also allowed more flexibility.
At the same time when the decision to use simple transport shells had been made, the name of the settlement had mutated from Mondlager – moon camp – to Mondstadt – moon city. It was – as Jochen knew – just window dressing. Director Kammler wanted the public – and the politicians, of course – to be rivetted. Nobody should find time to think twice about the financial commitments to RRA.
Nevertheless, it was a serious operation. Well, he didn’t envy the six chaps. This was going to be a grinding job. No, he would rather indulge in the treatment his torturers were serving him. It was marvellous to be in their hands again. – Otto, the gym whiz, Jürgen, the outdoor freak, Mannie, the centrifuge bogey, Fritz, the flying menace, and Knut, the masseur, were making him fit for the Jupiter tour.
Uh-huh, the Hüpfer of Raumkobold 46 had disconnected and was ready to go down. Jochen leant forward. They had given him a set of monitors for his personal use – and earphones. Yeah, you couldn’t have a full colonel lounging in a bleak backseat. It was Friday, June 22nd, 1962.