“The … fissure is closed … I think …” Rachel-7 said.
To Daniel, Rachel-7 sounded somehow damaged.
Something was definitely wrong. She wasn’t even singing anymore.
“My thoughts are … fuzzy,” she said. “Yes, the fissure is fixed… My thoughts are… fuzzy. My thoughts are … fuzzy. Yes, the fissure is fixed … But that only bought, bought, bought, bought us a few more, more seconds. ”
Trak looked down at the ship’s floor, scanning the former site of the cannon fissure through the Afterthought’s bulk. The crack was gone.
“She’s right. We have a little more time until the cannon explodes,” Trak yelled. ‘Probably 17 sec—
“Stop … listing how much time, time we have left!” Rachel-7 said, obviously in agony. “It’s … not helping, helping!”
Her avatar now had one green eye and one orange eye, and one of them was spinning wildly.
Suddenly she shrieked.
“Daniel! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!” Rachel-7 said.
Before the Kep Wave disappeared, it had bombarded part of Rachel-7’s datacore with ionizing radiation. Some of her memories had disappeared, cauterized from her mind.
The Kep Wave had then undone the damage … but, like it done to the the ship’s artificial gravity engine, the wave put the pieces together out of order.
As Rachel-7 recalled, she had been expelled from the academy and then went to the first day of orientation. Her thoughts were a dizzying, painful mess.
She screamed again. Her mind felt like it was on fire.
Daniel felt helpless: There was nothing he could do to fix Trak’s body or Rachel-7’s mind.