It was the silence that bothered Dr. Aris Thorne the most. Not the dead silence of space, but the synthetic, processed silence inside the Odysseus , broken only by the rhythmic hum of the cryo-pods.
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A corpse. The pilot of the Hecate , her suit intact, her face frozen in a rictus of ecstasy. Clutched in her hands was a data slate. Aris pried it loose and read the last entry. It was the silence that bothered Dr