Akia basked in gravitational micro-fields; her childhood fantasies of lounging on fluffy clouds materialized as she floated in an anti-inertial station. But the pleasant sensations were a prelude to something he viscerally hated.
He wiped his forehead and tried to ignore that drum in his chest. He held his breath until the nano-structures extended into his flesh; they were anesthetizing, but equally he invoked:
Holy Nume, help me!
He stifled the screams but fell prey to the spasms.
The invasion of his body by nano-monsters the size of bacteria was the price every bakku had to pay for interdimensional travel.
How could I agree to travel to another galaxy?
But deep down, he knew he would even put up with those torture contraptions in Florence"s medieval museums for knowledge.
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