“You’ll contact the Council officers who were here today,” said Jas. “Now.”
Shaking his head, the man activated his interface with a swipe of his fingertips and pressed the screen in several places. He hesitated and glanced at Jas’ towering figure before giving a final prod. The station’s lights dimmed.
“Told you this would take us to capacity,” he said. “I hope your message really is as important as you make out or you’ll get me into a lot of trouble.”
Above the screen, a hologram of the golden head of Martha appeared. Her mouthparts were moving, but no sound was coming out.
“Whoops,” the administrator said, and he pressed the screen again.
“We appear to be having a communication problem,” said Martha. “Could you please repeat your message?”
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