Cathy Rodriguez is required to undertake a mission that only she can accept. Instructions from the higher power that had made contact with humanity. The meeting could change everything. As she prepares to meet the higher power, doubts linger about the AIs, the crew she has to accept, and all their true intentions.
Leaving behind her lovers adds to the weight of her responsibility and the loneliness of command.
The stakes are high: humanity’s fate hangs in the balance, along with the lives of the newly found alien species. With old conspiracists lurking in the shadows, Cathy must navigate a web of political intrigue and hidden threats. Meanwhile, a secretive community on the cold planet ZetaTheta-4 may hold the secret to all their futures.
In the thrilling third installment of The Observer Series, will Cathy uncover the truth before it’s too late?
The thrid part of the Observer Series space opera. Available in Kindle and paperback formats withan audio book entering production
eality. It was not a dream, even though it seemed like she was trapped in a nightmare.
She moved back into the cave and laid out her thin bedding. She ate one of the energy bars. It was almost tasteless. To accompany her first meal, she drank some more water. She needed to urinate. She looked around, but there was no bathroom. She checked the contents list. There was a latrine building guide and a spade in the largest box. She went back outside and relieved herself around the corner from the cave. The latrine would have to wait. She hoped the site was away from the cameras. She recalled being in detention at the academy. There had been cameras everywhere, including the bathroom. She had only seen one in the cave but strongly suspected there were others. Perhaps it was provided by a bot, if she ever found one. No bots would be supplied or available. She knew that. Automated bots were not given to prisoners on penal colonies.
Heat, she pondered; although now the rain had stopped, the temperature appeared to be warmer. She loosened the jacket. The sky was clearing, but she saw no stars yet and no moon or moons. She was alone, with only the camera watching her. If anyone was watching? More likely an AI was monitoring. She checked the other contents list looking for something that could start a fire. Perhaps something else to hunt with. She could not imagine killing an animal for food. She did not know how to hunt an animal nor how to butcher it. She had read stories of ancient times, but all her food came directly from processors, alongside most of her liquid intake. She thought of CarpaMax wine. She wiped a single tear from her cheek. She could not be despondent or self-pitying. She would survive. She would fight back as best she could. She did not know what her crime or sentence was. She had no idea where she was or what had happened to her friends and family or her crew.
