In between worlds, there is a bar.
In the bar, at the moment, there is a woman sitting at a table. She's scribbling in a notebook. Extant phrases include "abortion=surrogacy?" and "add sterile mosquitos to malarial areas"
In between worlds, there is a bar.
In the bar, at the moment, there is a woman sitting at a table. She's scribbling in a notebook. Extant phrases include "abortion=surrogacy?" and "add sterile mosquitos to malarial areas"
"Depending on how many resources Mars has, you may wish to say that any criminal on Earth is welcome to flee to Mars if they serve out Mars's sentence for the crime."
"Ooh, I like that. It'll probably mean I have to have more complicated laws but that's probably workable."
"I'll cancel the meeting with the other Commanders but you should still probably do the AMA. I think terraforming is hard."
"Hmm. Yes, there are people living on Mars in my world and it's not terraformed. It's probably easier to do by divine fiat than by the kind of magic system the Martians have, though."
She un-musses the slight musses her hair and clothes acquired when she had a minor quasibreakdown at Keturah's (with a spell, not a miracle, no point in wasting juice and it's not like Fred can tell the difference) and says, "Ready."
Okay.
Got to get this right.
You only get one chance to make a first impression.
"People of Earth," she says, her voice suitably regal, her face perfectly composed. "My name is Christina Theodora. Over the past weeks, I have made myself known to you in deed. Today I come to make myself known to you in word. To explain my true nature, who and what I am."