There was a legend — of a ship — somewhere out in the belt. It was garbled. Maybe it wasn’t even a ship. Maybe it was a station, leftover from some alien civilisation that grew out of Earth’s primordial ooze and evolved before dinosaurs ruled, or maybe they were dinosaurs, space dinosaurs who saw that a planet was a mug’s game and got out when the going was good . . .
Got out… but didn’t get far.
Read the rest of my dear Imogen’s story at Aurora Wolf.