"Impossible," Juy said. The robot unfolded its six legs with the fluid grace of a spider. It stood up, shaking off the gel. "I am exactly where my trajectory dictated I would be. However, my internal chronometer indicates a significant deviation in arrival time. Is it still the Year of the Eagle?"
Jonas blinked. "The Eagle? No. It's 2342. That crate was sealed in 2325." juy952