“Captain Lyla, you’re about to surpass light speed. Say hello to our progeny!”

  Lyla strapped in with all fours and bit down on a mouthguard ...

  “3 2 1 ... Ignition!”

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  The ship flashed through a wormhole...

  “Spacecraft, state your designation.”—A squadron of fighter jets escorted Lyla’s spaceship approaching for landing.

  “Communication garbled. What year’s this?”

  Once Lyla landed, the hatch opened, and she observed giants bipedal walking and speaking gibberish.

  “Captain Lyla, serial #....” But all they heard was, “Bark, bark!”

  HQ radioed in—“What the heck? A dog? Who sent a dog into deep space?”