“Trak is supposedly waiting for us at the final room of the tour.”
She said the word “tour” with the disdain Daniel normally reserved for notions like torture, genocide, or sobriety.
So Trak’s ok and Rachel-7’s ok … sort of. Daniel thought. At least, Jeska hadn’t lied about that.
Jeska didn’t lie at all, said the part of him that was fighting a losing battle with the truth. She was just confused. And worried. That must have been why she took my ship.
“So,” Daniel said, “we meet up with Trak and try to find –”
“Aren’t you the least bit curious as to why I am a kepping human?!”
“You’ve wanted to be one of us so long,” Daniel said, “I assumed you’d met the blue pharaoh from the old Earth stories, and she turned you into a real girl.”
“Still not funny. I don’t know why I'm human.”
“I didn’t ask.”
“But you wanted to know.”
“Nope,” he said, and looked around the spherical medical center. The place was dead quiet. “I want to know why we’re still alive. That cannon should have killed us. I’d also like know what’s wrong with this place. … Speaking of which, do you know anything about coasters? ”
Daniel filled Rachel-7 in on what had happened to him after the explosion.
“So I could get spaced if I don’t take the tour,” Rachel-7 said. “I’m not the least surprised. This place is a disaster.”