“In a three-inch-square window in the upper left of the screen, analogs of instrument needles wobbled as my conspecifics played with gravity, looping it against space-time. Soon, I’d be facing them. Besides myself, there were five of us officially waiting: Travertine, Granite, a pair of half-shed Barcons, and Wool, who squelched comments on species, especially his. He was a giant creature with thick, blotched skin and a hairy head and shoulders, probably with either Analytics and Tactics or ...Control. Except for the Barcons, we’d all done in-station waits together before this one. By the second day, I realized the Barcons were Jackie and S’wam from Berkeley, but not de-haired to human norms. Besides the five of us, Control rotated squads through to familiarize them with humans. Control would be prepared in case of trouble. One night I watched Japanese gun master digital broadcasts that our own computers cleaned up and projected on flat screens.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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