NineI used my time well in the short journey to the slaughtered village. The hovercraft moved fast, covering ground in a quick enough speed that looking out the windows were not an option. My stomach churned from the movement. I sat as still as possible in my strapped-in position, and tried to hold back an overwhelming motion sickness. I swallowed the rising bile in my throat, convincing myself that Judy was right. She, along with the twenty other men and women that were packed in the craft informed me that it only took a little getting used to, and that the stomach flutters would pass. I hoped they were right as my head and stomach were spinning in opposite directions. I tried to focus my energy on that strange learning device The Company called a tablet.
Judy helped me navigate it. I qu
