The technician slept, not dreaming.
A small blue planet, the focal planet, came into view. The Destination’s governing operating system prepped for landing. Slowly, the pulsing hum of the engine silenced. The engine and fuel containment compartment were jettisoned. All that remained was the cock-pit, containing the computer system, the technician’s hibernation capsule, and the supplies he would need for his mission.
At an incredible speed, the remaining compartment rocketed like a missile through the atmosphere. A glowing fireball. It buried itself in a cloud of vapor and dust.
The computer next switched its concern to reanimating the technician, a process that would take hours. This had been an unusually long period in stasis. Despite the accommodations - intravenous nutrients and electro-stimulation - he would be sore for days as his muscles were hurriedly put back to use.
The technician emerged from the craft carrying all the supplies he would hopefully need to accomplish his mission and started walking. The probability data had suggested that the reorganizing denizens would most probably have a established a governing political body; that was his starting point. He would need help if he expected to succeed.
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