We are as expectant as a SETI project. Comrade Mito readies his comms equipment in preparation for the signal.(static)... through the deep chill of space, across the light year long gas clouds and pulsation of the solar winds, we await this solitary intergalactic ping...(static) <sigh> There is no good science fiction any more. Mito is the last remaining cocoanut. (I meant cosmonaut but just couldn't bring myself to edit the post)