What was startling to Jensen was seeing Troy suddenly switch screens when he noticed her. What was he hiding? That wasn’t comics he’d brushed away, but complex biochemical equations.
“Ah hah!” she said. “Bring that screen back!”
“Don’t ‘what why’ me. Bring it back,” she commanded.
“Do you have a warrant?”
“Actually, I do. From the Ambassador herself.”
“I think she’s the only one on board who can grant warrants,” Troy said.
“True.” Jensen proffered the document.
Troy sighed and didn’t bother to examine it. “Here you go. Have fun.”
“What in the galaxy? Why are you doing a paper on how to stop tail growth in humans from Fabarian alien infused DNA?”
“You understand the organic chemistry
“I was thinking of doing a master’s in biochem when the alien robot occupation came and changed my life. An invading Tasla bot broke in to sample my mom in the middle of the night. A needle jab woke her, and all she could see in the dim moonlight was a big lumpy silhouette and a long shining needle dripping her own blood onto her. She screamed so loud my Dad jumped on the thing without thinking, the needle stabbed him in the chest when the bot thrust it’s arms out to maintain balance and block him. Like many others who got in the way, he ended up dead. Then my mom succumbed to mental illness – so I joined the E.C. Forces.”
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