LOCATING THE DEFENSE units took longer than Jas liked, and several of them—the ones who had tried to force entry to the flight deck—were still too damaged to be of any use, but eventually they had four of the remaining ones jerry-rigged up to the stasis unit.
Jas and Lingiari watched as Sparks placed Lee in the stasis container. A couple of hours on life support had lent the navigator a deceptively healthy color, and it was difficult to believe, watching her chest rise and fall as the machine breathed for her, that she was essentially dead. Jas’ hope was that enough of her mind had survived, and that, when they finally made it back to Earth, even if the rest of her brain was useless, the cloners could grow her another body in which to transfer the personality, experiences, and memories th
