“I’ve nothing planned for today. I can take you over to Eum-Yusin’s,” Alliji said, turning to lead the way down a narrowing side corridor.
Hack’s head was on a swivel as they walked down the ever-narrowing halls. He did his best to record to memory every sight, sound, and smell. Never sure when he might be able to use a memory in a song or a tale, he was incessantly on the lookout for new experiences to catalog, and Far Reach Station was lousy with new experiences.
While they strolled, Hack couldn’t help but think about everything he knew about the Prods. As a race, he would call them beautiful creatures: skin so black it almost looked blue, their hair ran from snow white to pure silver. Symmetrical humanoids: two arms, two legs, two eyes, nearly human looking. Most had high cheekbones,
