I approached the door of the unit and paused, considering what she’d said, then reached out and turned the knob, slowly—only to find it locked from the other side.
“Because that’s what it was doing—seeding the clouds; launching little replicas of itself, like satellites, like glowing arrowheads. At least, until we came out the next day and found it half in the drink—with a trail of wreckage behind it ... your shards.” She laughed, brusquely. “Better be ready, though. Because the dinos love that thing—and its shards. They’re everywhere out there. Hespa says it’s because they’re connected; the saurians and the ships—the lights, whatever—that they share a bond and can recognize each other. As for me, I don’t know. What say you?”
I approached the sliding glass door at the opposite end of the
