Jesús KeeferI have never set foot in the human base we dvas erected for you,” Dr. Dmitri Pchanskii said in a gruff and booming voice, “but then, I have never been invited. Never invited. Not even Dr. Dycek asked me inside, back in the beginning. I wonder if she thought I couldn’t adapt to the high pressure….” He gestured toward the tunnels behind them, lit by strings of white lights. “Allow me to be a more gracious host, though, and show you what we dvas have done for ourselves.”
He clapped his wide, flat hands, then turned to the other dvas. “Leave me with them. They will require a few explanations.” Pchanskii had a domineering but paternal manner that made him seem powerful but accessible at the same time.
The dva man they had encountered outside peered over Pchanskii’s shoulder. He lo
