Chapter 35
“Oh no.”
Eric looked toward Peter.
Crabs.
They were rock crabs.
He waved his claws around in front of him. “Great. Exactly what I always wanted to be. A bottom-mucking carrion eater. I’ll bet the software is here somewhere. If I were a demented Hungry Ghost I’d store the universe’s control system in some safe oceanic basin. Wouldn’t you? We’re running out of time, Peter.”
“Clearly it’s not going to be here. Relax. I know time is short, but we don’t have any choice. We have to follow him. I’ve come to have faith in Ron, at least in his ability to learn quickly and move along the wheel.”
Eric stopped and scuttled sideways to look at him. After a moment his claws drooped to the sand. “You’re right. We can count on him to die quickly and painfully. Starting to feel sorry for
