70: Deva
Deva
Someone said that the submersible wasn’t actually silent, but that it had a device fitted that masked sound-waves by vibrating the water using sympathetic wavelengths. It sounded technical, and not altogether true, and Deva wasn’t sure if she should believe it or not.
It might’ve been the old woman who said all that, or the man on her right. He wore a thin jacket and shivered, even though it wasn’t cold in here. Eventually he stood and walked along to the small door at the end of this cabin, or hold, or whatever it was.
Lise took his place.
“Toilet,” she said, pointing after the man. “In case you need it. Reckon some’ll use it as a quiet space. Somewhere to collect their thoughts.”
Her look asked if Deva needed that. Deva shook her head. “They’re fine in my mind.”
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