No one had noticed that the youngest, Lyra, walked over to the little radio sitting on a desk across the room. Stella had encountered them before. These small things, often running on battery had been popular during her college time. Lyra examined it:

“Hey, I think there’s a cassette inside!” After another short examination she found the on switch. Old timey music filled the room.

“What the hell, Lyra?” Stella shook her head. Eri rose from the moldered couch and headed for the little radio as well: “Well, maybe it’s not useless. We could try to contact some humans. Maybe they can help us!”

Lyra grabbed him by the wrist: “But first you dance with me!”

“Well, I think we should try to get a signal out there as soon as possible!”

“Don’t you think we already tried to contact the other GSCs, Percy? GSC #12 was supposed to be near us but I can’t get a damn signal out here!”

“Eri, calm down!”, Stella groaned. She knew that Eri could be a real drama queen sometimes. “I think I saw a switch box outside. Does someone happen to know how such a low tech thing works?”

One of the PTs, Auregia, raised her hand: “My dad used to work in a scrapyard. I helped him sometimes. I’ll have a look on it.”

Lost crew members of GSC#7 (from left to right):

Sixamese Perseus Jupiter, First Commander

Hybrid PT Cyngus de Sol, Pollination Technician #33

Sixamese Stella Terrano, Captain

Hybrid Eri Starr, Communication Officer

Hybrid PT Auriga Nebula, Pollination Technician #41

Hybrid Andromeda Luna, future Birth Queen

Hybrid Lyra Luna, Colony Drone #16092004

GSC#7 was last seen hovering over sector 8 (better known as SimEarth). If you know about their whereabouts or received a unidentified distress signal, please contact your nearest communication officer.

“I can’t get a signal.”

“Try again.”

“Already did. Twice, Captain.”

“So what?”

“…you really screwed this up, you know? We don’t even know where we are!”

“Actually, I think I know where we are.”