‘Inverse it, the coordinates. You see, now?’ he asked her, smiling.
She turned the microscope slide over and inverted the image. ‘It’s a blueprint,’ she said, stunned.
He smiled. ‘The ink I did your tattoo with, it had micro nannitic particulates in it. It— Calm down, you’re fine,’ he smiled again. ‘I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. It had trackers and taggers in you - standard for space and most missions, back home. But I knew we needed something…- extra. This has everything, now. Encoded in our blood, and then our kids’ blood, and blood of every American for generations to come. Our History. Our past. Every planet we’ve ever explored. Libraries. Everything we ever made, every blueprint, plan, hope, and future dream. So every American can Dream the way we do, and achieve what we achieve. One day, they’ll see it all.’
