Chapter 20
Terran Expedition Australia
The room was something from the history books. All sleek lines and gleaming surfaces. The table at the center of the room looked like glass but was undoubtedly some sort of smart polymer, popular in this time.
Time travel. The idea was as chilling as breathing deep space and just about as possible. Muriel paced the room, circling the table with its padded chairs. Since coming aboard she and Dyami had been moved quickly, through cleared corridors, to this conference room somewhere in the depths of the massive Terran ship. Between the elevator and the blank corridors, the place felt like a maze.
For his part, Dyami sat at the head of the room, on the floor, his short rear legs between his thick arms. His wrinkled face watched her pacing.
“This is t
