Icarus.edu.ge

Nika’s hands trembled. He checked the server logs. The IP address for the message didn’t resolve. It wasn’t IPv4 or IPv6. It was a string of numbers that matched the coordinates of the upper troposphere above the Georgian Military Highway.

Inside was a virtual learning environment frozen in time. The last course update was dated June 12, 2008. Courses with names like FLIGHT101_Theory_of_Aspiration and MECH204_Wax_and_Composite_Materials . Nika clicked on the student roster. Ninety-three names. Ninety-two of them had a status: [GROUNDED] . The ninety-third: [IN_FLIGHT] . icarus.edu.ge

“Day forty-three,” the man said. His voice was calm, almost bored. “The faculty has grounded me twice. Deleted my flight logs. They say the wind shear over Old Tbilisi is too unpredictable. They say my wing design violates three safety protocols.” Nika’s hands trembled