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of surfing a tube in Hawaii. Hell yeah .
    What a rush.
    Seconds later, the ship erupted into open space. The Milky Way spread out like a welcome-home beacon. Earth spun in blue glory, a night-light for a weary traveler. Fane turned and grinned at Jace. "I know you wanted to go home, but this is where I belong."

    "I have no home since my planet was invaded." Jace stared bleakly out the window and shuddered. "It's overrun by Trans." He turned back and looked at Fane. "I wonder where in time we are."
    Fane accessed his AI. "2040. Hell, earth didn't have interplanetary space travel until 2078. They are peaceful at the moment and have only just repaired the ozone layer.
    They have robotics, but they use them mainly for prosthetics. The neural pathway technology is in its infancy. They use flybikes and hovercars. They developed the PFV, that's Earth's personal flying vehicles, this year, and then put the manufacturing on hold until they work out the travel grid." He glanced at Jace. "What did you get on health? Do we need to turn on disease protection?"
    "They have eradicated cancer and a few other uglies. Oh yeah, and all sexually transmitted diseases, but they still haven't found the cure for the common cold." Jace chuckled and pointed to Earth. "It's right under your noses."
    Turning in his seat, Fane frowned at his friend. "They will spot us as soon as we get into range. We'll go in under stealth and hope for the best. We'll have to stash the ship in a nice little lake and hike to the nearest town. I'm accessing suitable coordinates now."
    "I'm betting they haven't ever seen a guy with two cocks." Jace grinned, but then his expression grew somber. "Let's hope we don't end up as lab rats here as well."
    "We must stay one step ahead all the time." Fane got to his feet. "My AI insists we won't be able to trade in gold. We have to make it into armbands and sell it to merchants." He moved to the locker and slid out the gold. "Here, the strips are thin enough to bend." He tossed two strips to Jace.
    "We'll need identities. You have a name you want to use?" Jace bent a gold strip around each upper arm. "Their systems are so ancient I could hack them in my sleep."
    "My name is Fane Jacobs. My birth date is 15, January . . . make it 2010."
    "Nice to meet you. I'm Jace Brand, 28, May, 2015." Jace inclined his head. "I'll do a background on both of us and upload it into your AI." He chuckled. "I'll add some impressive IT credentials. Anything else we need, I can handle it as we go."

    Fane grinned. "I'm assuming my AI will be able to communicate directly with their systems?"
    "There's only problem. We will need to be very careful logging on to their primitive servers. Our AIs will overload their ancient systems." Jace shrugged. "Their computers run very slow, so we will experience a delay we're not used to."
    "Will they be able to detect our presence?"
    "They'll have no hope breaking our code, so we'll infiltrate like virtual ghosts on their mainframe." Jace met Fane's gaze. "They'll only discover what we want them to know."

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    Jace relaxed in his seat. This was his first visit to Earth. The ship dropped into a lake on the outskirts of the city of Broadoaks. Local time flashed on the vid-screen as 3:30 p.m. The transporter dropped them in a deserted wooded area. Jace glanced around, inhaling the sweet scents of pine and leaf mold. Redwoods and pine trees reached for a cloudy sky. Underfoot, the earth sank beneath their boots, the grass still damp from recent rainfall. Clumps of fallen leaves, wet and glossy, littered the pathways in every shade of autumn. He glanced down at his clothes. The blue jeans and black T-shirt hugged his body like a second skin. With a grin, he pulled the Nu-Leather jacket around his chest. "It looks like men have worn this get-up for a few thousand years. I must say I'm surprised they use leather. The Nu-Leather we have is much better and smells the same."
    "Yeah, but they don't have the ability to