32: Deva
Deva
Deva threw herself into her training. She wore herself out with exercise, got more bruises than she thought possible in unarmed combat work, and used the firing ranges until she could hardly stand the sight of a g*n.
And when she wasn’t training, she learnt. She ate with her palm-terminal open, read files before she fell asleep at night. She learnt Kaiahive’s secrets, official and unofficial. She explored the city through the terminal.
And she researched the facility that gave birth to the Eve project.
Most of the information was boring. There were too many files on the history of the place, how it had built up over the years. There were lists of personnel—researchers, techs, biomeds, administrators. There were timelines of the break-throughs, annotations on how the fa
