Where All Things End: Part 6

By DAVID HILL

I'd seen it, too. The three weren't Astros. Their shoulder badges were glaring scarlet, showing a radio telescope that other clans reckoned looked more like a wide-open mouth.Aw no, I thought. Medias!

The Administration guy nodded to us. "Welcome. Shall we begin?"

No salutes or fists on chests or any of the other crap you see on science-fiction vids. Real Star Travellers don't waste time on ceremonies.

The Media man glanced across, then said something to the girl. She had short black hair cut like layers of petals. She pointed her right hand at us, and I saw the glint of a minivid strapped to it.

That was so Media, not even bothering to ask. I started to glare, realised how I'd look on screen, and held my face blank.

K'trin and Rid moved to seats nearby. The Medias left a gap to show they weren't related to boring types like us, and sat too.

"Let's start with names,' the tall guys said. "I am Den Chuan, Admin Grade 1."

Publisher: Puffin

Price: $16.95

Age group: 8-14 years


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