“So,” I say carefully, “just let me understand this. You dirtchildren took these animals nearly as smart as you and shoved them in rockets and hurled them into space to see if it would melt their insides?” “It wasn’t us personally,” Cat points out, defensive, and there’s a fair amount of foot shuffling going on among Team Terran. “Wow,” I say, looking about the group. “Did we Betraskans know about all this choomp murder when we allied with you?” “Enough, Finian. Even if there were chimps here, that was two centuries ago, and…”
