Hello and welcome to the Dribblecast episode 401.

The Dribble Cast is a weekly audio fiction magazine that brings strange stories

by strange authors to strange listeners such as yourself.

I'm your host, Norm Sherman.

This week we continue James Tiptree Jr. Space Opera Novella, we who stole the We Who St.

St pulled off a massively intricate escape plan, hijacking a cargo ship and blasting off into unknown

Tao space, pursued by a warship.

Let's get into it, shall we. We bring you the exciting conclusion of we who stole the dream by James Tiptree Jr. We have a We Who Stole the Dream by James Tiptree Jr. Part 2.

An alarm shrieked and cut off, all colors vanished. The very structure of space throbbed wildly, as by a

million to one chance the three most massive nearby moons occulted one another in line with the tiny extra energies of the

Terran cruiser and its detonating missile in such a way that for one micro-microminum

the dream stood at a semi-null point with a planetary mass.

In that fleeting instant, she flung out her Tao field, folded the normal dimensions around her and shot like a squeezed pip into

the discontinuity of being which was Tao.

Nearby space time was rocked by the explosion.

Concussions swept the moons and across the planet beneath.

So narrow was the dream's moment of safe passage

that a fin of bright metal from the cruiser and a rock with earth and herbs on it were later found intricately meshed into the substance of her stern cargo hold to the great wonder of the Jolani.

Meanwhile, the rejoicing was so great that it could be expressed in only one way.

All over the ship, the Jolani lifted their voices in the sacred song.

They were free. The dream had made it into Tao space, where no enemy could find them.

They were safely on their way.

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