WILDER WAS FURIOUS. They had let her a-grav machine go. They’d let it go! And now she wasn’t sure she could ever get the balance of particle inputs correct again.
She reached for the interface Cherry had placed next to her bed. Pain flared in her chest, and she gasped and paused. Her arm fell to her side. The pain was constant but it got worse whenever she moved.
Wrapping her other arm carefully around her ribs, she tried again. This time she managed to retrieve the interface. She’d been making records of all her experimentation with the a-grav machine up until the night of the accident, so she had the rough figures already. But she wasn’t sure exactly what she’d done prior to the machine activating. That part was hazy in her memory, along with most of the time she’d been trapped on the
