I bit my lip and thought of the little cyborg cells swimming around like f*****g tadpoles on the slide I’d taken from Maxim’s back. “So, if someone could get a Hive frequency to broadcast down here, what would happen?”
He shook his head, but it was Ryston who answered. “That’s impossible.”
“Why? Do you monitor for it? Would you even know?”
Ryston’s gaze narrowed. “No. I’m on the security team, Rachel. We don’t scan for that. In sixty years, there has never been a Hive broadcast down here. They can’t get through.”
I glanced at the slides, then back to my second mate. “Well, something is getting through. Your implants are still dead. Stuck on that slide like sludge. But Maxim? And the captain? Their implant cells are alive. They’re moving around, dividing, spreading. Something turned the
