Chapter Thirteen – Blast From the Past
BY THE END OF THE MEETING, demarcation lines had been drawn up and agreed by the Group and Single marsoliie, with many expressions of sadness on the part of the Groups, who complained about the Singles’ determination to ‘divide the community’. Satisfied she had done a reasonable job—performing several strange and occasionally painful gyrations—and the discussion had positive outcome, Carrie headed back to the Council starship.
She hadn’t gone far before her respirator indicator needle reached the centre of the dial. She stopped her water scooter to insert a new tablet. The machine floated idly round as she was fiddling with the receptacle in her helmet. After pulling out the old tablet and slotting the new one in place, she glanced up. Behind her wa
