A serial novel of rather dystopic science fiction.

The relationship between Clayton and Ken was like that of understood silence. Each party knew their role and performed it without much interference from the other. Clayton was the the overall plan maker for the family and Ken added the details needed. Ken made countless suggestions whenever he felt and Clayton listened and put at least half of them into action. Ken though he was considered the ’smartest’ of the family rarely imposed his will on others. He mostly spent time in his an imaginary world of his own making even though he was sixteen, he still daydreamed.

Essentially the difference between the two males was a perceptual one. Clayton looked at the world as it was, Ken looked at the world as it could be. Otherwise their forms of reasoning actually were closely parallel. Same destination, really different road gear, as someone in the distant past might’ve put it.

‘Hello daddy!’ Another voice shouted from with in the cockpit, this time a female voice. A little, seven year old black girl dress in blue overalls jumped down to the dusty ground. She ran at full speed into Clayton’s arms.

‘Whoa Kenya take it easy.’ Clayton laughed with the family’s adopted daughter. Kenya was helping with the customization of the ship as usual. She climbed trees and of all the children spent the most time with clayton and Ken. She was good at math and cooking, a strange combination for a girl. She respected Ken’s intelligence and usually sided with him against the other two siblings. Her tough hair was worn in two long pony tails and her smile was white like snow and it infected all with joy. Clayton never regreted  adopting her when she was just one year, a baby. She did not ‘know’ she was black, she was not treated differently than her older siblings and Ken was a true protective , teaching big brother.

‘I helped Ken install the guidance system, it’s pretty advanced even using the ancient parts we have, it should still work as good as any modern system, Ken is a real genius.’ Kenya rattled off.

‘Yes I know.’ Clayton laughed.

‘no I’m not I just like learning.’ Ken shot down from the ship.

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