A fast point in the black sky. It wasn’t of the same kind of the others blinking all around: it was really tiny. If you’d come closer it would not transmute in a roaring, luminous sphere of plasma. Anyway a sort of thermonuclear fusion was beating even in the core of the point we’re looking at, the core engine of a small starship.
A round crystalline porthole was the front eye of the starship. It was reflecting the distortion of a galaxy giving birth to bright new knots of stars. A girl was looking at the sky from inside, sat on the pilot’s seat. Tapping on the metal cover of the armrest she wrote: “Unknown 2446 cluster of galaxies. 134th Day”.
<< SAVE FILE? >> asked a voice from the roof over the porthole.
<< Yes >> answered the pilot.
“Look at all that yellowish…things on the right of the distorted galaxy!” she thought. She ordered:
<< Focus. Follow my eyes! >>
The porthole bent, to correct its curvature.
<< EXPORT IMAGE? >>
<< How much…? >>
<< 99,999997% STORAGE FULL >>
“I suppose they’re the galactic members of the cluster…”
<< Count them. Measure their dimensions. Save the emission spectra. It won’t be a photograph…we’ll have a simulation later. Resume program Data04. Resume navigation. I’m going to sleep. >>
<< GOODNIGHT DATANY >>.