![]() ![]() “But I need some answers and I’m sick of looking at that- that- perversion.” “Wonderful for you.” She jabbed a finger at the bulbous gun- metal eye. I do not require eye contact for engagement. “Explain.” “There is no need to face my cameras, Sanda. Sanda spun around, IV wheels squealing, and glared at the ceiling where she thought a camera might be. ![]() She reached a hand up to comb out sticky hair with her fingers, then aborted the motion as a spike of pain appeared between her eyes. There was no reason for Bero to be malfunctioning like this. Nothing deep- the medibay wasn’t set up for that kind of thing- but she could force it to show her engine power, life support. She jabbed at it some more, cycled diagnostics. It kept on showing her that empty, black void where her home used to be. The display wasn’t giving her anything but garbage numbers, bullshit estimates. “My original calculations are correct,” the smooth voice said. I’d be just another hunk of space debris on that timeline. Evac pods aren’t designed to last that long. ![]() ![]() “Bero.” Her voice was tight, and not from disuse. Nothing in the universe man- made could produce that kind of power. She’d heard rumblings that the Icarions were working on something big, but not big enough to wipe out two whole planets. Sanda slapped her palm against the screen, leaving a goopy hand- print. ![]()
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