Sady glanced at the table against the far wall, filled with equipment and trays of glass cylinders each exactly one cube in volume, that would be sealed with a glass lid on one side and a gel-covered paper on the other. When placed in a heat chamber, the gel absorbed any sonorics-charged motes, which showed up as brightly-lit spots in a string beam of light.
“Then why not tell the doga about this medicine? Why involve southerners, and no Chevakians?”
“There are Chevakians involved, from a range of backgrounds. Also southerners, for obvious reasons. Every participant was asked to keep it quiet.”
“But why?” Sady was almost screaming with frustration.
“Academics do not work well in the public eye. The ideas behind the project are . . . pretty controversial. The financial backers of the pr
