SF Drabble #103 “America Loves You, Freeman Dyson”

“How big is it?”

“A little over one hundred eighty million miles in diameter.”

Someone whistled. The Captain turned ostentatiously in his chair to look around at the bridge crew. “What, is that big? What’s that in football fields?”

The Envoy said, “What is a football field?”

“Never mind. Your civilization, it’s inside this shell?”

“That’s correct.”

“Along with a star.”

“G type, only a little smaller than your own.”

The Captain peered up at the Envoy. “So if you’re powerful enough to build this, what could you possibly want from us?”

The Envoy smiled. “Come inside, and find out.”

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