Halfway across forever absolutely nothing awakes from nether with a mind to call its own. To its surprise it identifies a brainy companion temporarily on loan. Thoughts, dreams, passions, a world of wonder stir within this feeble mind. Added to these fugacious things is the gift of Time. Time is naught but the recessive dot intrinsic to transient human beings who, whilst lost in space this binary race has its mind erased by its dominant genes. This is a ghost story relying on minds from former times when they haunted biotic machines. The narrative employs a lively ghost the species now hosts,...