The woman turned her head, snarling at someone that Desa couldn’t see. “Get on with it then!” she barked. “We don’t have much time!”
Nari walked into view with a clipboard in hand, watching Driala through the lenses of her spectacles. “I must protest this,” she said. “The last three attempts ended in failure. I see now that this project was doomed from the outset.”
Baring her teeth, Driala stared up at her. “They were weak and unprepared,” she insisted. “I am not!”
“But our initial hypothesis was flawed,” Nari protested. “Simply communing with the Unifying Field at the moment of molecular disintegration is not sufficient. Brin, Colm and Athon were all in direct contact with the Field, and they died anyway.”
Driala tried to sit up, but the restraints held her in place. Her body trembled
