Chapter 103
“Maybe not quite,” Olite says. “But we could use the meat.” “Fair.” The Garden provides grain, fruits, and vegetables in abundance, but it doesn’t offer any farm animals. The crew are used to a lot of crab in their diets, and there’s been grumbling since it ran out. The crabs—a baroque variety of multi-legged, hard-shelled creatures—had always been a fact of life on Soliton, dangerous but valuable. Now they’re gone, and nobody knows why. Some people say they’re hiding, scared of us after the battle for the Garden, but I don’t believe that. Marvel thinks they’re going into hibernation as it gets colder. A noise echoes across the ship, a gong-like sound followed by a long, metallic scraping. I look around, suspicious, and Olite laughs. “Iceberg,” he says. “Soliton just plows them out of
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