Chapter 8Luna Labyrinth looked sternly at the gathered members of staff from her operations department, the light of the large stereovision screen at the far end of the meeting room table illuminating her pale features and fierce expression.
“It should be simple, right? After all, we’ve done it before.”
One of the scientists, a young man with hair the colour of sand and the reminder of teenage acne about his nose, looked up at her with no small amount of incredulity.
“We’ve done it underwater,” he reminded her, “with an 80/20 success rate. We’ve never done it in deep space, only in orbit around planets close to us. Those ships were out there so we could run tests with animal subjects, not human travellers, and, well, the meows aboard the Ayanami—sorry, FF-00—were never designed to host
