My stomach jumped into my throat. I swallowed to force it back down. It didn’t help and my words came out in a hoarse whisper. “It’s not Kaur’s colonists?”
The Hive members shook their heads as one. “No,” they said. “At least I don’t think so. There were crops and play structures and communal dining areas.” They looked directly at me. “I don’t think Kaur’s people have settled down let alone set up an actual community.”
I agreed. My fingers tapped in a staccato rhythm on the beach chair armrests. The waves lapping at my feet seemed boring and lackluster. My surroundings had lost their appeal. Their colors muted and dimmed.
“Do you want to investigate?” said The Hive.
My chair tipped over backwards because I stood so fast. I grabbed the shade umbrella and pulled it out of the sand. It was time to leave this place and move on, time to go forward. Every fiber of my being screamed for action.
“Yes,” I said.
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