The peeved expression on Sam’s face might have only been in Mara’s imagination, but she was certain that, when her brother fell into whatever kind of slumber the repository induced, he wasn’t a happy camper. Mara stood on the edge of the platform that held the tube encasing him and stared through its transparent walls. He looked okay. His complexion, normally quite fair, actually looked rosy, as if he’d come in from a game of basketball. It was a healthy glow.
“Somehow I expected him to look paler, with maybe a tinge of blue around the lips,” Mara said.
Cam, who stood a few feet away in front of the console next to the receptacle, said, “He’s in stasis, not refrigeration. His body temperature is maintained at a normal level.”
Mara walked down the small steps alongside the platform and s
