CHAPTER 8
Pala Eydis stood at the entrance to the bay. The bay door was open, and water rippled and tossed in the square pool. The blue glow shed from the ceiling was so dim that she could see the ghostly luminescence of the organisms swimming just below the water’s surface. The station shuddered again, and sea sloshed onto the floor. She had heard Tarkos’s warning that the station sank now, and she knew the sea would encroach into the bay, squeezing the remaining atmosphere to equalize the pressure. Eventually, only a few bubbles would remain, crushed against the ceiling, and then the station would collapse and the debris would settle onto water that had compressed till it had the hardness of iron. But long before that happened, the Ulltrian that remained here would leave.
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