Tresgo-46 stared out into space while he waited. The spectacle of the solar sail had excited him ever since he could see over the lip of the view-port. He was nearly twelve years old now, and lately he was interested in the faint golden hue that oozed through the silver gossamer sail. It was the only tantalising hint of their destination; the second planet orbiting the star Upsilon Andromodae, or Euatoo as was it called on board ship. Tresgo had looked forward to seeing it for the last year, ever since he had been told that he would be the first colonist to plant the flag of Earth on the new world. The sail, in its deceleration configuration, blotted out most of the stars. He heaved with frustration. A whack on the back of his head shattered his thoughts.
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