But in the back of her mind, in a voice that was not her own, Captain Marcus Webb smiled.
“Surge 9 Login,” the soft feminine voice of the ship’s AI repeated. “Authorization: Dr. Elena Vance. Genetic match: Pending.” surge 9 login
She opened her mouth. It was no longer her voice that came out. It was deeper, rougher, layered with the authority of a dead man. But in the back of her mind, in
The loading bar on Elena’s retinal display crawled past 94%. Her hand, slick with station coolant, hovered over the emergency release of her cryo-pod. slick with station coolant