I gazed out over the field of tents in the Cargo bay once more, marvelling at both how many people we had managed to pick up and how big my ship actually appeared to be.
There were millions of refugees down there, all of them with their own tents and their own space. Drones buzzed over the top of the impromptu camp, delivering bottles of water and packets of food.
Where medical aid was needed, which was almost everywhere by the look of it, shipboard AI-controlled holograms appeared, giving the requisite medical aid to anyone who needed it.
While they were being cared for, it was likely that none of them had the first clue what was going on, other than the fact they were refugees on a new ship. I needed to address them. I needed to tell them exactly what was going to happen… even if that meant speaking to millions at once.
"Computer, please open communications to the refugees below," I ordered the shipboard AI.
