Chapter 82
Yeah, we'll just wait here," Tracee muttered, scratching at Bogg's muzzle. Sparr took a leisurely walk up and down one of Seille's wider streets, discreetly rubbing DNA strips against several fruit trees, a wiry ground cover, and a patch of tiny wildflowers. Upon returning, he resumed the work of reading the strips, starting with a tree. Ficus carica: 97.9% match. "A fig tree," Sparr said. "So from Earth, just like the animals?" Tracee was picking at the remains of Sparr's lunch, feeding scraps to Bogg. "Yes," Sparr said. He read the rest of the strips. Like the fig tree, the flowers and grasses he had sampled were related to Earth species but with just enough differences to make them distinct. It made no sense. "I'm bored," Tracee said, not bothering to conceal a yawn. "I shouldn't
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