The artificial sunrise came slowly to Dragon Home. The dome’s photonic panels shifted from violet to soft amber, bathing the colony in a light that mimicked dawn on Earth. The hum of turbines deepened, mixing with the gentle hiss of heating systems that signaled a new day on Mars.Inside, the scent of freshly brewed cocoa and fried graincakes filled the air.Jack Parker was already awake, seated at the long titanium table by the panoramic window. His posture was calm, but his eyes carried that familiar, steady focus — the quiet composure of a man who never truly stopped leading.Across from him, Sarah was setting plates, humming softly to herself. “Matilda, honey, don’t forget to put on your travel jacket after breakfast. It’s chilly near the docking bay.”Matilda’s voice came from the hallway — high, energetic, and full of excitement. “Okay, Mommy! I just need to find my other boot!”Ryan laughed from the kitchen alcove, flipping a graincake on the pan. “She’s got a whole colony’s wo

The luminous boarding ramp hissed faintly as the family stepped aboard the DragonJet Aurora. Inside, the air smelled faintly of ozone and polished alloy. The hull was cool under their gloved hands, yet it hummed with latent power, a living vessel that seemed to pulse in rhythm with their own heartbeats.Jack led the way, his Dragon Suit reflecting the ambient lights. Matilda skipped beside him, her cobalt blue insignia glowing brightly as she craned her neck to take in the sleek interior. Ryan, Emily, Lena, and Sarah followed, each moving with a mixture of awe and familiarity, as though stepping into a place that was at once home and frontier.The cabin was a cathedral of technology. Smooth metallic surfaces arched overhead, punctuated by pulsating conduits and translucent panels that displayed data streams in ever-shifting constellations of numbers, graphs, and navigation paths. Holo-screens hovered in mid-air, responding instantly to gestures.“Aurora’s navigation array is fully fun

The DragonJet Aurora drifted through the void, engines humming a steady, confident rhythm beneath the family’s feet. Outside, Mars shrank into a warm, rust-colored dot against the black velvet of space. The curvature of its surface glimmered faintly as the last rays of the sun touched the domes and plains.Jack’s fingers hovered over the console briefly, then eased back. “Aurora, maintain course. Engage autonomous navigation.”Immediately, the DragonJet shifted slightly, thrusters balancing imperceptibly as the AI took control. The vessel’s adaptive systems calculated countless variables: gravitational fields, asteroid trajectories, and the pull of solar winds. The hum of the engines became a living heartbeat, steady and measured, carrying them outward toward the stars.Matilda pressed her face to the viewport, wide-eyed. “It’s… huge! Look at all the stars!”Sarah wrapped an arm around her. “We’re seeing the galaxy like we never could from Mars.”Through the broad, transparent cockpit

The stars moved outside like ancient watchful eyes, silent witnesses to every ship that dared cross the void. Aurora’s artificial gravity hummed softly beneath their feet, and the warmth of the cabin wrapped around the family like a cocoon. Ryan shifted in his chair and glanced toward Jack, who still stood at the viewport, one hand on the glass. “So…” he said with a half-grin, “what exactly are we going to do for the next few months up here? Float around and measure how tall we’ve gotten?” Jack’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Not exactly. We’ve got about three to four months of space between Mars and Earth. Plenty of time to think, talk, and… learn.” “Learn?” Emily echoed, lifting an eyebrow. “Yeah,” Jack replied, turning toward them fully now. “About things that most people only read about in dusty journals and sci-fi novels. Things like time travel… and what lies beyond what we can see.” Lena’s eyes widened. “Time travel? Like… going back to the past?” “Or forward,” Ja

The soft glow from the Aurora’s overhead panels bathed the cabin in a warm, steady light. Outside, the stars hung motionless — cold and ancient. Inside, the little world of the Parker family felt alive, vibrant, held together by curiosity and the quiet hum of the engines.Jackson’s fingers moved quickly over the sleek surface of his DragonTech smartphone, its interface projecting faint holographic charts and data streams into the air. His brow furrowed in concentration as he pulled up articles, timelines, and images of rockets, capsules, and space telescopes.“Whoa…” he whispered. “Dad, it’s all here. Everything you said. Gagarin, Apollo 11, Voyager… even New Horizons.”Jack glanced at the glowing screen and gave a small nod of satisfaction. “Good. Because everything I’ve told you isn’t just a story, Jackson. It’s history. Real history. Written not in ink… but in stardust.”Ryan chuckled softly, leaning back in his seat. “Man, hearing you talk about space like that makes it sound… poe