Departings Night was falling. Ivory. That was the single color on that planet. It was the color that sprang from the sands of its uninhabited deserts. It was the specter of stifling monocromia ruling that world. In skies, there was no cloud.Only an infinitely pale blue, almost white, hurting your eyes. On land, there wasn't even that blue. There was no water, no green leaf nor organic thing. No river, no plant, no animal.Nothing! Nothing but the wind pushing the desert from one side to other.Nothing but three moons talking to the setting sun. Nothing but arid ivory lazily changing to a shade of orange. Nothing except the desert and a distant point, shining as a refreshment between those dunes. In the distance, it was just a thorn. A gleaming thorn among other sparkling points. But approaching would reveal its true nature.That little thorn was in fact a majestic and imposing tower of onyx. A black skyscraper, fully dressed with a clear glass cover. When flooded by sunset light, this garment glass seemed an aura surrounding the building. A magic replicated in the shade cast on the sands, skirted blackness with her ​​bright and dense grit.And it was in that shadow that a young blond man, in his twenty-five, was walking toward the building. Large and strong bones lent him the almost inhuman height of six feet and eleven inches. It seemed impossible that someone that tall arose perfectly upright on two legs. But those muscles had harmony and agility enough to balance a giant, lending him elegance and to a certain charm when walking. However, the man collapsed. He fell on his knees and gasped for a moment. Then he put his hands on the ground, lowering his face as if life weighed him. And finally he shouted a long and irrational vowel. He was wearing a single white, opaque, seamless and tight suit that covered all his body, but head and hands. In contrast to the simplicity of the set, a diamond ring, ruby ​​and diamond adorned his right hand. Trying to regain his composure, he blew his own face, making blond hair strands fly. So he could pronounce in slow German: "Servant, is Halley computer already operational?" A female voice answered, also in German, while the ring twinkled: "Negative. The blackout remains." "So visually list forecasts for the lost time with the blackout, the shipment schedules and the system reactivation."