Deeton adjusted the scanning probe. Once the male came into focus, she locked in and headed down. The male grew larger on screen. His arm was upraised, his hand clenching the spear, his muscles rigid while the desert wind whipped his blue cloak against his full athletic body.
His sturdy legs were bare and this allowed Deeton the opportunity to appraise every aspect of the well balanced creature. He was a glorious example. How had OraCom known to predict this land and that male so exactly?
The Sisters had not consulted the OraCom for centuries. They had no need of its predictions. They had the sperm banks. Who needed to seek a man?
If only Acta hadn"t indulged so liberally while consuming that Krenlian buzz liquid. She had remained under its influence while hallucinating for days. No one
