Chapter Sixteen
September 27, 2230, Solar System, En Route to UTC Space Fleet Base Penglai, Aboard Argo
“I don’t think Chinara can decide,” Jia explained. “It doesn’t help that Imogen keeps pushing crazy ideas.”
She was in the cargo bay, clustered around the dartboard with the rest of the crew. They’d had a rousing game so far. Emma had mentioned working on an internal optimization process that would take most of her processing power, so she hadn’t joined them.
“It’ll come to her,” Malcolm insisted, eyeing Erik as he prepared to throw. “It’s just a lot to think about.”
A careful flick of Erik’s wrist sent his dart into the board. He grinned when it was a bullseye. Malcom held a slim lead. A miracle might give Janessa or Wei a shot, but Jia’s luck hadn’t been with her that game, probab
