Chapter 36

We sank into a routine that was more akin to a stupor, shifting, drilling, placing, filling, rinse, repeat. When Emily brought our next stasis tube, we spoke little, except for an urgent reminder from her that we needed to make up for the time eaten up by the fast-moving storm, which seemed to be growing hourly. She seemed genuinely concerned, and very keen to hurry back to the Athena to get the next tube. I thought perhaps she might be acting like that to avoid me, but given our situation, i...