CHAPTER 4: THE END
Rescue transporters from the military Warships came close, and the Ihta aliens were terribly
apologetic. It had been an unfortunate accident: the armed missile went out of control due to the storm. Everybody was
stupefied by our perplexing dodging tactic, and by the fact that a little, primitive, hand-built Glider had managed to elude
the most advanced military technology: an armed neutron-shower hunter missile!
On the other hand, the speed, the maneuverability, and the incredibly sturdy construction of
Hesa inspired awe, respect, and a lot of admiration to the Ihta people.
One enormous Warship escorted us all the way up to Ihta, with full military honors, and they
even supervised our landing in Mah’Bhwoo City. Thousands of aliens came to welcome us, and there were lots of media
broadcasting crews around: we were heroes!
Giga appeared to be very angry. He was demanding an enormous sum of Ihta currency for
“damages”, for losing his precious cargo. On my side, I was admiring as dumbstruck the new, strange, alien
environment—it was my first trip to Ena System.
Of course, Giga’s anger was only for display, and I knew it very well. In fact, he was very
proud he managed to save Hesa, plus he had had the chance to “show the aliens” what kind of a tough Karr
Boundary-Crossing Captain he was. Besides, that was an unexpected and greatly welcome commercial opportunity to recover
the entire cost of Hesa, and even way more!
To me, reality became a dream since I saw that infernal, dark space-window. Nobody has to tell
me that it had been a hallucination or . . . whatever, because I know it wasn’t. I remember perfectly clear those
minuscule, bright Stars and that dark, empty space . . . It was obvious the dark space-window was connected to a
Universe totally different from the Nebula one!
The space-window appeared right into the metal of the fore-left deflector due to its particular
electrical charge, to the incredible speed of our Glider, to my secret invention, and to some special characteristics of
the storm. Those were a bit too many variables to consider but . . .
I was wondering if the space-window could be used to travel into the other Universe . . . But,
how was I going to come back if there was no Nebula matter in the other side . . . Could it be that the space-window
worked both ways?
One year later I had been invited to live and work permanently on Ihta, and I accepted that
gladly because their technological level was fairly higher than Karr’s. I continued investigating the space-window
incident in private, and it led me to a few radical new theories, and to a new set of needed experimentations.
Captain Giga remained on Karr, and we saw little of each other since. Yesterday, I was told he
died. He had been blessed with the best death possible for a Captain: he died standing and fighting on his Command Deck,
and he was defeated by his Destiny only . . .
We never managed to spend little nice time together, and I am going to regret that for the rest
of my life. Now, it is impossible to correct that situation . . .
My Dear Father, I promise I shall never forget your wonderful advice: FORWARD!
In Memoriam of
The Seven Seas Merchant Marine Captain
GHEORGHE N. POPA
Giga was the most . . . impossible to describe “sea-wolf”, way tougher than anybody I have ever met, I heard
about, I’ve seen in movies, or I read in books. The nickname he liked was “Giga”—well, sort of—and he had
lived his life to the fullest, in his own way.
He died fighting and standing in 2002, in Constanţa-România. Poor devil, he was not bad: he was very bad!
Regardless, I still owe him a lot . . .]
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