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Then she fell the rest of the way out of the cryo pod, wondering why she wasnтАЩt lying in a pool of vomit.
The deck was smooth and clean again, and also mercilessly transparent. When she managed to turn her
head, she could see Eqbas crew gazing down at the planet below like tourists.

тАЬShan ChailтАФтАЭ

Shan was more focused now. тАЬItтАЩs Earth. ItтАЩs Earth, isnтАЩt it?тАЭ

тАЬHave you been conscious for the whole journey?тАЭ

тАЬEnough of it.тАЭ Shan was on her hands and knees, trying to tell her instincts that she wasnтАЩt falling, her
body returning rapidly to its normal temperature. CтАЩnaatat could do that. тАЬWhy didnтАЩt you check on me,
for Chrissakes? CouldnтАЩt you see I wasnтАЩt unconscious?тАЭ

тАЬWe did check.тАЭ The Eqbas crewman wasnтАЩt like a WessтАЩej wessтАЩhar at all except for his scent. His flat
brown face wasnтАЩt as striking as the elegant seahorse head and citrine eyes of his cousins, but he had the
same citrus smell when agitated. тАЬYou triggered no alarms, chail. Perhaps cтАЩnaatat caused this. Perhaps
we misjudged the bio-indicators for humans.тАЭ

How long had it been? Five months? Five months. Five relative months to span twenty-five light-years. If
the cryo hadnтАЩt put her out completely, then Ade Bennett might also have been trapped in that cold
paralyzed limbo, drifting in and out of consciousness and unable to do anything about it, breathing and
heartbeat so slow that it felt like death, and maybe Aras had as well. Poor sods. She had to find them
and make sure they were okay.

It was just like that, being spaced. Only worse.

CтАЩnaatat had altered all three of them enough to make all kinds of unpleasant experiences possible. The
parasite had kept her alive in vacuum when sheтАЩd stepped out of an airlock to keep it from human
exploitation: she couldnтАЩt die. She hadnтАЩt even begun to scratch the surface of what the damn thing could
do when it came to preserving and modifying its host organism, and that still worried the shit out of her. It
had already showed her enough of its tricks to convince her it should never fall into the hands of those
who would have the most use for it.

And here she was bringing it back to Earth, after sheтАЩd tried to kill herself to prevent exactly that.

YouтАЩre fucking insane. Why didnтАЩt you stay on WessтАЩej?

Because youтАЩve got a job to finish. Because you wanted to bring the gene bank home. Because you
think the bloody Eqbas are going to wipe out humans like they culled the isenj on Umeh. Because Ade
and Aras are right, and you really are an interfering bitch who thinks she can run the world better.

She couldnтАЩt recall ever worrying about humans before, and Earth could have done with a lot less of
them. Filthy, shitty things. We are, we really are. Whatever had made her change her mind and come
back eluded her now. Maybe this was part of thawing out, and in a while sheтАЩd have her old clarity back
again. She tried to recall what it had been like to be revived from the mummification of three months in
space, and remembered bizarre out-of-body moments when she didnтАЩt even know what she was, which
one of cтАЩnaatat тАЩs previous hosts, let alone who.

тАЬI need to see Ade.тАЭ It was Ade she thought of first, a microsecond before she worried about Aras, and