FLAHIVE WAS RIGHT, though Phelan said they needed the alien’s services to act as a referee. He’d printed helmets for everyone but Prosper, who didn’t need one as her metal/silicon skull was tough enough. Carl hadn’t spoken much with the android. She could hold a simple conversation, but that seemed to be as far as her abilities went.
“I think it’ll be fairest if me and Carl play against Sayen and Prosper,” Phelan said. “Prosper’s the strongest and fastest of all of us, so that way we’ll be evenly matched.”
“You think I need Prosper on my side to stand a chance of beating you two?” Sayen asked, a glint in her eye.
“Come on, Sis, you’re easily the weakest of all of us. But with Prosper working with you, it evens everything out. Let her be the attacker, and you be the target.”
“I’ve got a
