“I stared at the glass in my hand, watching my splintered reflection in the crystal. The blood red liquid muted the pallor of my skin. I slouched in the cushions of my acceleration couch, just as I had the day before. Today, four more people would die. "Gibs, we have just entered normal space. The Forma quarantine area is just ahead," a woman's voice informed me. I exhaled, and could barely notice the vile alcoholic stench when I breathed again. Fortunately, there was no one aboard my impregnabl...e hospital ship to be horrified by the smell, or to be shocked by the appearance of a once-great mindshifter. Only Safire, the ship's computer, could see me; perhaps only she cared. I waved my left hand; the drink sloshed over, to puddle in the couch. "Thanks, Safire, let's see the place." Safire lit the overhead viewpanel. I gasped despite myself. I understood why some people thought Forma might be an artifact of an alien civilization. The most striking characteristic was the Eye: the huge circle of permanent white clouds that stared forever back at the star Pelocampus.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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