He had propped himself up at the bar, sipping a single malt and watching the various people entering and pairing off. He recognised a few faces from the roster, but he was scanning for one person in particular and she hadn't arrived yet. Ever since he saw her projected image in the library node of the mission information programe he had wanted to meet her. He had<em>told</em>himself that his interest was merely academic, that an A.I. specialist and a robotics expert would have much to discuss. That he was intrigued as to how someone so young could have achieved so much even before her eighteenth birthday. In reality, her image had fascinated him far more than her biography had done.<br/><br/>Sat at one of the tables was one of the Cryo Specialists. He appeared to be asleep. Richard had never gone into cryo statis. He wondered what it would feel like. He wondered if he would dream.