HPHAI steered the
Hupprecht Patrick toward the wormhole it had just drilled. As the kilometer long ship passed the event horizon, space and time began to curve and contort. The computer's internal clock sped past years as if they were seconds. By the time the psychadelic experience was through, the clock in the cockpit began to flash:
1:39 PM, December 5, 8936. 1:39 PM, December 5, 8936. 1:40 PM, December 5, 8936.
The humans that sent this ship were long dead; the Earthlings long assimilated completely into Pelagian culture; who knows, maybe Pelagis didn't even exist anymore. (OOC: It does, don't get any wrong ideas)
HPHAI's clock's flashing was replaced with the flashing of "Medical Droids Deployed". In a couple of hours, the crew was awakened from their long sleep, and they hardly aged one week.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen." The monotonous, but pleasant voice said.
"You have made history. A few hours ago we exited the wormhole and entered the Andromeda Galaxy. Congratulations."
The men clapped furiously.
"However, communications are out of the question. Any attempt to reach home with a message would take over 180,000 years to get there."
"In about 3 months, the homeland's second ship, the
Roosdan, will rendezvous with us. In the meantime I have been ordered to find worlds habitable to us." HPHAI always refered to human qualities as "us", as if
he needed oxygen to live.
"The
Roosdan is everything this ship is not: Short and stout, lacking a single, overriding computer such as myself, and packed with people: colonists, for the first truely intergalactic empire. Good afternoon gentleman, I will handle controls from here. Relax, you deserve it."
HPHAI went silent, and the clock began to flash once more.