119: The Sixty-Seventh Son of the Duke of Horsehead
I’ve been going through OpenZFS Mastery but don’t feel like reading a chunk of it, so here’s a tidbit of a story I’m putting out this month.
The scarred, cratered rear end of the twenty-thousand-year-old wreck hung two meters below my feet like a giant platter dividing the cosmos, filling me with an astonishment even the best holograms couldn’t convey. From childhood I’d studied every accessible work on generation ships to feed my fascination. Reality exceeded them all. Overhead, the plush black sparseness of the Orion-Perseus Gap filled me with a whole different awe…
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