2186? 2186? No, it's 1997 back home. That's nearly two whole centuries apart. Rachel feels her blood run cold. Does that mean that everyone she knows is dead already?
No, no -- different worlds, different universes. If Marco came from a timeline where things are different, however they are, then maybe she never existed in this one in the first place. Does that mean Yeerks don't exist here, either? There are plenty of aliens, but none that look familiar to her. God, this is all just too weird. She almost wishes Ax were here to explain this.
Rachel nods, slowly, looking around the place. Mining colony on an asteroid, huh? Well, it's appropriately grubby. "There are sure a lot of people carrying guns for a mining colony," she notes, her eyes sharpening a little. "So what's the real deal, then? Who's in charge of this place?"
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No, no -- different worlds, different universes. If Marco came from a timeline where things are different, however they are, then maybe she never existed in this one in the first place. Does that mean Yeerks don't exist here, either? There are plenty of aliens, but none that look familiar to her. God, this is all just too weird. She almost wishes Ax were here to explain this.
Rachel nods, slowly, looking around the place. Mining colony on an asteroid, huh? Well, it's appropriately grubby. "There are sure a lot of people carrying guns for a mining colony," she notes, her eyes sharpening a little. "So what's the real deal, then? Who's in charge of this place?"