Sari flopped onto her bunk, exhausted.
Eodo had become supervisor of the saniclone crew, Danil having just left the sanicrew quarters after making the pronouncement. Eodo had rearranged their accommodations, putting them in a two-bunk room with its own sanistall.
The twenty-four hour workday had sapped her, and all she could think about was sleep.
The other saniclones appeared to be accustomed to the long days, none of them evincing the sheer exhaustion that seemed to weigh Sari down. The only reprieve was that the Magadan gravity was eight-tenths normal.
Here in the saniclone dorms, in the windowless basement at the west end, she couldn"t see the surf far below, but when she listened closely, she could almost feel the rumble as waves battered the cliffs below them, the sound articulat
