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“Who’s that heading our way in the land cruisers?”
Morg squinted toward the horizon shielding his eyes from the two suns orbiting Feltte Six. His parabolic shaped ears heard the cruisers long before seeing them in the distance. From the reverberating sounds, Morg estimated their distance at roughly ten miles.
“Help me up, Morg. Damn, I hate these prosthetics. I feel like a marionette puppet.
Before Morg could turn around and help the kid, the Mentat lifted Joseph to a standing position. The kid was relieved to finally get out of the custom-built chair designed for patients recovering from spinal injuries. In the past two years, the kid’s skull fused back together, and his leg and arm bones mended as well as possible. He would never be a star athlete but that wasn’t a problem. He was
