Chapter Thirty-Nine
August 6, 2230, Alpha Centauri, Chiron, the Galley of the Argo
Erik liked Malcolm, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to slap some sense into the man.
Sometimes the tech was like a yaoguai squirrel engineered with too much energy. He was all but skipping back and forth in the galley, the bright white and red flower pictures on his shirt assaulting Erik’s eyes.
“Take a seat, Malcolm,” Erik offered, his voice low. He tried to keep the implied threat from scaring the man without stripping it all out.
Malcolm froze in place and nodded quickly before settling into a chair. Emma appeared next to him, her hair up with the help of a long blue pin. She was wearing a kimono of all things, the exterior patterned after Malcolm's shirt. Given the mocking smile aimed at Erik,
