She raised her face and yelled, "Damn you. Fix him!" She pounded the floor once, twice, and the third time, the abrasions on her skin bled, and she left a smear of her blood on the floor. A vibration went through her as the ship trembled.
She hit the deck again and left her bloody fists pressed against it. Again, a shudder, and more oddly, she got the sense the ship was waiting for her to command it.
Me?
Then again, why not? Hadn't Raffie himself said it was all about the genes.
My genes.
She didn't know how to change what Raffie had done. Or even if she could, but she had to try.
"Reboot." A stupid command, probably the wrong one, and yet, something Raffie said - about dying and then transcending. Was one form of transcending rebirth?
Except, her command did nothing. She continued
