Abdul stood there, looking around with a dismayed expression. “What a mess. Listen, Sharif, the Chancellor's convened a Regent's meeting. She's not happy.”
Sharif pulled himself out of his dream. “Not happy? I didn't destroy any university buildings this time, and I didn't cause a continent-wide blackout. What's she unhappy about?”
After the last debacle, Chancellor Upeshika Chetty had threatened to dis-entenure him if he didn't restrain himself from further blunders.
But this time he had results. He'd sent a signal via subspace harmonic timefold to the Crab Nebula thirty-five parsecs away! How could she possibly be displeased?
“The tornado that ripped through Mumbai.”
Oh, Sharif thought, hanging his head. With a sigh, he rubbed the sleep from his face. “I'll be there as soon as I can
