The walls of the Isolation Lab in the medical bay were about as plain as plain could be, offering Harry nothing to stare at but drab gray metal. Up above, a series of windows looked down on him.
He could see Jena standing up there with her arms crossed, frowning as though she thought he might grow scales. “You"re certain he"s all right?” Her voice came through the speaker. “I don"t want to take any chances.”
A hologram of Ven appeared beside him, standing nearly six feet tall and composed of bluish-white light that seemed to swirl. “I"ve run every scan available,” the AI replied. “Genetic analysis, brain scan, blood chemistry. Everything looks normal.”
Harry sat on the bed with his legs apart, hands resting on his knees as he stared into his lap. “You realize I"m sitting right here, rig
