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percent.”
                  “Yes, Jason.”
                  “Also, I’m tired of looking at the empty wasteland…please display on the Observation Skin, Program Aquarium Life.”
                  “Would you like whale sounds included?”
                  “No thank you, leave the Jazz program on.”
                 
                  Deep blue water, teaming with a plethora of sea life, slowly filled the large observation Skin. Sea turtles lingered about, schools of brightly colored fish darted sharply to avoid a dangerous Hammer Head shark. Silvery-scales of tuna glistened, and danced on the inside of the observation deck when they raced through the aquatic medium. He thought such aquariums might exist on Level Nine back in Polari but it was only a speculative notion in nature.
    Jason stared peacefully at the incredible interior of the Chameleon, which now resembled the inside of an aquarium, and with sentimental tears, he thought to himself, “What irony I live… I float across a dead sea floor, viewing an extinct sea world.” And no matter how many times Jason must have watched the Aquarium Life Program, he was completely awe-inspired by the realism and beauty of the projected imagery.
    While Jason Bjorn’s mind filled with many different thoughts, the hours passed as the Chameleon soared toward its final destination, Fissure Point. According to the Polaris Corporation, Fissure Point was merely just a dot on a map. Sanctioned by the Polaris Corporation, Fissure Point was colonized by a small contingent of people who survived the Corporation Wars. They were all of what was left of the Fissure Price Corporation, the second largest Corporation in the Galaxy. After the war, the Polaris Corporation proclaimed the title absolute, and deemed that only one sovereign people could hold the title. Henceforward, the Fissure Price Corporation became Fissure Point, a Polari outpost.
     
     
     

F ISSURE P OINT
     
    “Jason, ten minutes to access Fissure Point off site,” said Sofia in an informative tone.
                  “Thank you, Sofia.” He eagerly showed gratitude. However, he was ready to climb out of the Chameleon but fast.
     
                  The journey across the Texican Salt Flats and through the Mississippi Basin Pipe was without incident. Delivering the high value medical supplies was an essential run he routinely made every six-months. Only thing that was not routine about this run was Sofia. Beside the boredom and confinement aboard the ship for the last twenty-four hours, she drove him stir crazy. He craved drink more than he normally ever did, and he knew right where to get some: Dronski’s Café.
     
                  “Hail John Grier, Sofia.”
                  “The same John Grier you call every time you arrive at Fissure Point?”
    “That’ll be him.”
    “Be my pleasure, Jason.”
                  “Jason, you old dog… How’ve you been?” said the spry man who popped on to the display.
                  “Grier, I’ll be at Dronski’s tonight.”
                  “Fantastic! You can buy me a drink,” John Grier grinningly mouthed.
                  “Sure but I need a favor from you…souvenirs for my friend’s nephews. You think you can pick me up a couple?”
                  “Well, I don’t see why not… I hate to break their tiny little hearts.” Grier smiled into the camera.
                  “Would you throw in an extra for me…? You know how much I love them,” Jason asked while monitoring the ship’s speed as it decreased for Fissure Point exit.
                  “Yes, I know how crazy you get over those trinkets… Hey, are you gonna share one of the twins with me tonight?”
                  “See you later at Dronski’s, my friend.” Jason rolled his eyes