First contact Stories

Part 1: The Descent The titanium sphere of the Triton 36000/2 creaked. A low, metallic groan vibrated through the soles of Bradley and Helen Livingston’s shoes. At 6,000 meters down, a dead, crushing black swallowed the world. Helen pressed her forehead against the quartz viewport. Her breath fogged the glass. "Look there," she whispered. Her voice sounded tight but mesmerized. Outside, a Black Seadevil anglerfish drifted...