Gorde
Gorde“We’re here.” The system beeps and the ground system sends acknowledgment. “Zandia.”
“May I see it?” Danica scrambles to her feet, eyebrows raised, looking at me.
I point her to the console chair beside mine. “Sit and you can see my screen. Or look out.”
“Beautiful,” she breathes, eyes wide, leaning forward to peer out the vast curved glass. “Green and blue and purple! I love it.” She turns to me. “Does it always glow like that?”
I nod. “The crystals make it so. Can you feel the energy?”
But she’s got her head tilted, a curious expression on her face. It’s almost like the one she wore during her o****m, but muted. She sucks in a breath. “I…it’s tingly.” She touches her face. “Am I supposed to feel like this?”
I frown. “Most humans don’t, at least not at first. I don’t thi
