Chapter 21: The Strings About to Snap
Dressed in a patient’s gown, Winter laid in the cold-steel recliner of a scanning machine, something resembling an MRI scanner, Jordan thought, but novasapien equipment often proved to be much more complex than that. The thick glass was what prevented the lasers and device from reaching Jordan, Raven, the Chief, and Finch, but the three novasapiens were more cautious of the blue ray slowly passing through the sealed chamber Winter was in than Jordan was. He wondered if such a laser, whatever it was, was deadly to novasapien biology than humans. He’d ask, but the eccentric, overly excited scientist beside him would relentlessly overshare facts he couldn’t care less to know about again. “You seem calm.” Finch said, putting a hand on Jordan’s shoulder. “H
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