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“I think the seaweed is trying to get our attention.”
Janine climbed out of the access tunnel, shivering at the cold night air. It had been warmer below, where the wind off the ocean could not penetrate.
Directly above them blinked one of the orbital cannery stations, the burner of a suborbital approaching it, the ring of lights around the orbital cannery defining its shape.
On her corn, Janine had the subterranean biocomputer provide her with an analysis of a typical cannery.
Numbers spilled down her corn.
She and Randall had set up secured links between their subdurals and the research station biomainframe. Knowing they would be missed if they weren't back at the hotel by dawn, they'd decided against exploring the facility further, but instead had asked the newly reactivated biom
