What could be louder, than the ever silent universe?
The 33rd Century is great — by and large. Nigh immortal lives of leisures and pleasures, for those so inclined. Even if someone has to keep the lights on.
On one small world — second from an over odd little star — a less than chance convergence is about to set a spark. Enough catch flame, amidst a very dry century.
What else two passing ships in the night are about to share, may underline a very old paradox. One that still keeps some up at night. Even those with over a millennia under their belts.
For it turns out, if one should expect fish, and finds only boundless sand, it might bear watching.