From yesterday’s writing session, 3,100 words including the following…
Joyner awoke later to a dark cabin. Stationside night cycle, then. In the bunk above her, St. Macaria snored lightly. A thousand years among god-like aliens and they couldn’t fix that?
She almost laughed at herself. She also realized that she felt more awake, alert, than she had since being shot back on Xanthippe. Something had worn off — some drug, or some masking effect of injury and her body’s response to it.
Her mind came back to her questions. Who and what was Maduabuchi St. Macaria, and was he telling the truth about the Xerq?
She realized she couldn’t dismiss him as no longer human. That term covered so much, including outline subspecies that required molecular biology to validate their human ancestry. Well, that and common sense. He was no less human than she.
And no more.