Underground Chickens and the Worrier Class

Extrapolation, Superstition and How to Guard Against Conceding Territory to the Enemy

It was 0630 in the morning, still morning twilight. The glow of the promised sunrise still lesser than the monochromatic red lamps on the ship’s bridge, providing dim silhouettes to work by.

The four piercing digital beeping noises, hurriedly pressed into the keypad let me know the captain was coming to the bridge early, and in a hurry.

‘Where the hell co…