“You’re supposed to be packing, Doctor,” said a gruff voice behind her.
“You’ve been reprogramming the drones,” Reyes whispered. “You’re supposed to be packing, Doctor,” said a
They called it The Graft . Not a colony. A conversation. “You’re supposed to be packing
“Packing won’t save them,” Elara said without turning. “There are twelve thousand children in the medical bay who can’t survive the return burn. The radiation shielding on the evacuation ships is rated for six months, not six years. We’re not going home, Commander. We’re just dying slower.” “You’re supposed to be packing, Doctor,” said a
Commander Reyes. He looked tired. They all did.