The taste of stale peanut and salt filled her mouth. It was verging on grotesque. Alexis Athena popped another handful back. Then a second, and a third. The peanut snacks were a convenient distraction from the latest scenario on Tectonia . Chewing also helped to drown out Captain Baxter’s and Jen Marshall’s latest argument. “They have been back and forth for over half an hour now,” she whispered to Ezra. “I can’t keep track,” Ezra whispered back, while flipping his greasy hair and adjusting his glasses. “Which one wants to head home now?” The chief engineer’s voice raised above salience, surging out from the din in the Mainframe Domain , “…and I will be damned if I end up like Orisa and the other explorers in my lineage. Leaving to some planet or system and never coming home. Without a word. I want to make it home to Po, and that means not getting crushed and becoming an exotic snack for some alien mega-birds.” And they said us scientists were indecisive… “I think Jen does no...
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