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my pick-up point, without any way of returning home. Theoretically, getting to this planet is the easy part. The real difficulty is travelling back. Atmospheric forces are much stronger on the way home – my energy alone isn’t enough – so my entire species must pick me up. According to the schedule, the hive would arrive at precisely 9:01 a.m. on the thirtieth of June. My pick- up point was incredibly specific: coordinates 44.4605 degrees north, 110.8281 degrees west – Yellowstone
National Park.
If I wasn’t there by the end of the month, if I missed
the take-off, I’d be stuck on Earth forever.
I gave myself a few moments to let the news sink in. Then I did what anyone would do, in a fit of utter
devastation. I began to destroy the curtains.
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