Chapter Eight
I sleep. And then I am awake.
We must have travelled at almost the speed of light for just over four years, gone through the Hatch, and been winked to a patch of space within easy reach of Nattalia.
Hopefully.
I see Beck, syringe in hand. She looks calm, businesslike. Though even if we had been subjected to a mishap, some catastrophic wrong turn and cast beyond reach of a Hatch, she probably wouldn’t show it. I can read people, not androids.
‘Vitals are strong. Slowly come aware. Nice deep breaths,’ she says to me.
I’m surprised how aware I am. Straight away, I’m aware of my higher self, my personality, my ego, and my intellect. My emotions are yet to register. They are numb and I’m in no hurry to rub life into them.
I force myself to focus on the physical now; the pre
