"Earth Port GoO. We are 36 minutes out. Cargo is Lobster."
"Moon Port Tycho. All cyber signals clear."
The salt water of the Gulf of Oman was glass, perfect for landing.
"Moon Port Tycho. Manta Rays are on the way."
There were no bubbles as a tale on the water surface. Underwater the Squadron of Manta Rays moved with the coordination of sparrows flying through the sky, because they could. There were no signals that would bounce as a tell of their existence by radar or anywhere on the electro magnetic spectrum. The lead was female the rest male clones, communication was instant. The skin of the Manta Ray was artificially grown on the surface of the half artificial animal and machine. The Manta Ray was multi modal from the sea to the air. It wasn't restricted to forward movement. It could stop, go, up, down, left, right and moved with unbelievable speed. The weaponry was sonic.
He thought the tag 'Lobster' was apropos for the time. He was meeting the Kinematics Group with concerns of the dynamics taking place globally, in the gold box room, with the velvet chairs.
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
When the Manta Ray Squadron breeched the water surface the Earth would never be the same.
'Lobster' was about to make an entrance.
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