Chapter Ten
NAVIGATOR SAYEN LEE straightened her pillow and smoothed the covers on her bunk until they were free of folds and creases. She felt a little queasy. Was she coming down with a stomach virus? Or was it food poisoning? She’d had the Asiatic option for breakfast: congee, pickled vegetables, steamed bun and soy milk. The pickled cabbage had tasted a little strange. She wouldn’t be surprised if the chief steward cut corners when it came to food hygiene, under pressure from the master to save money.
Sitting down at her desk, Sayen said, “Open interface,” and the entire desk surface became a screen filled with numbers and mathematical characters. Sayen was about halfway through the calculations for the next starjump on the Galathea’s schedule. She didn’t actually need to do the calc
