Ben’s eyes bulged. “Thirty days? That’s it?”
Amanda’s shoulders slumped. “Colin insisted we wouldn’t need more. He assured the Consortium in the early days that ‘the stochastic genius of the BrainTrust would feed everyone in the event of an emergency.’ Nobody quite understood what that meant, but storage space on our ships was so dear, everyone agreed to follow his advice. The question never came up again, until now.”
Chance tilted her head to the side and banged her ear; as she had explained apologetically to everyone, the UVR Rubola had left her with a lingering ear infection, and it bothered her at random times. She gurgled a laugh. “Colin’s in a coma, he may never recover, and he’s still the one running the game plan.”
Dawn joined her laughter. “Looks like it.” She shook her head. “
