Sulati—had started referring to themselves, inevitably, as the Earthlings. They had been left alone for the twenty-four hours or so since Jackson had been interviewed by Tezlac Catal. True to Catal’s word, Jackson had watched the sun vanish, the whole vista of space turning dark as the ship accelerated far beyond the speed of light. Even so, the travel through the vastness of interstellar space had little effect on the sensations aboard the ship. They still felt as though they were under a pressure of about 1 G and had no sensation of either great movement or standing still. Familiarizing themselves with their small prison, they had discovered a kitchen and galley attached to their wardroom and a head with toilet facilities and a shower in a small alcove at the other end of the room. The kitchen was furnished with a variety of dehydrated food that, while not gourmet quality, looked like it might possess the basic nutrients needed to keep them alive. Now all fourteen Earthlings were conversing quietly in a corner of the barracks room that was their prison on this interstellar flight.
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