Ulrich was not his first name. Three hundred cycles ago he awoke in a world filled with strangeness. This world was nothing like the third planet from the star Sol where he had spent his former life. In this world, technology was a distant memory and magic was commonplace. You aged here, but old age could not take your life. However, many dangers were present in the form of the strange and powerful creatures that dwelt here and of course from Technis. The face that stared at Ulrich from the open doorway of his laboratory was that of Benjamin Roy—a name he had to dig from the deep recesses of his most distant memories. Suddenly his mind was filled with a torrent of memories from a time so long ago. He had not seen this man for more than three hundred cycles and yet there Ben was looking at him with perplexed twenty-something eyes. In that moment everything Ulrich thought he knew, everyt ...