As images appeared in my mind, I verbally guided Jennifer around the station bridge, navigating through a forest of dead work stations until she reached a section of wall almost directly opposite the door where she’d entered. Her headlamp now illuminated a blank section of wall that looked no different from any of the others we’d seen in this chamber.
“Okay, boys,” I said to Warren and Burke, “you’re going to use those cutting lasers to burn a big hole in the wall so we can get to a section of the innards. We need to rip it out and bring it back to the ship.”
“What is it?” Burke asked.
“Memory storage, I think.”
“Why can’t we just download it?” Burke asked again.
Warren answered him this time. “Because we don’t have the energy to power up the station. We’ll have to cut out the section
