In the uncharted depths of space, 250 light years from Earth, Frank ‘Cooter’ Ross and his sharp-witted mechanic, Cathy Sorenson, pilot the Hootie Bird—a scrappy, two-person scouting vessel built for the stars. Tasked with spying on a secretive UTAN colony, they stumble across a chilling transmission hinting at alien contact. As Cooter digs through his tattered books for clues about humanity’s first cosmic handshake, a massive radar pulse from the planet forces a desperate maneuver. With the reactor offline and a UTAN vessel lurking, the clock is ticking. Are they on the brink of a historic encounter, or is this a cunning ruse to keep them guessing? In the cold zone—where Earth’s signals haven’t reached and no one knows they exist—Cooter and Cathy must outwit their shadowy adversaries and uncover the truth before their fuel, and luck, run dry. A gripping tale of paranoia, discovery, and the relentless pursuit of the unknown, Cold Contact will keep you on the edge of your seat until the final warp jump.
Cold Contact
Written for: The Fiction Fountain 4 Aug 2019 Photo by Min An from Pexels Frank ‘Cooter’ Ross looked at his books, trying to find information about first contact. Where the hell is it? He thought. I know there is some information here somewhere. “What’s going on Frank?” said the female voice over the computer line. “You went quiet and started grumbling.” The voice belonged to Cathy Sorenson, the spacecraft mechanic at the far end of the drive section of the Hootie Bird. “It’s a book,” Cooter said. “Details the possibles fer first contact.” “Oh,” she answered. “Part of your alien’s […]
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