WILDER RECLINED IN her padded chair. The padding material had conformed to her body shape after the first couple of times she used the seat and now it fit her like a glove. The comfort made the experience of an increase in acceleration a tiny bit more bearable.
How many hours had she spent there, crushed almost to the point of blacking out? It had to be more than half the journey. She hoped for future trips the Fila would figure out a way for humans to travel using the aquatic aliens’ other method of ‘hopping’. It sounded much more convenient. As it was, Wilder had decided she would never volunteer for another deep space mission so readily again, not if this was what was involved.
Almost as bad as the acceleration phases were the close confines of the Opportunity. The cramped conditions
