She rerouted course to Psi-4. The medical supplies arrived on time. The miners were grateful. And that night, alone in her quarters, she pulled up the star chart of the brown dwarf. The coordinates were still there. The combination of stellar influences had passed. The lock had been opened and then, because she had refused to step through any door, it had sealed itself forever.
"Back us out," she said.
She smiled. Then she called her mother.
"Influence Three: The Choice and the Chosen," the voice intoned. "To accept a stellar influence is to become its anchor. You will never be free of it. Choose." the combination of stellar influences pdf
On her console, the obsidian plate faded to inert stone. The scroll crumbled to ash. She rerouted course to Psi-4