HALF BREED
on the steel bulkhead.
The Shem mother ship, if that's what the vessel could properly be called, was shaped like a Flava fruit, except that it had an enormous landing bar where the pit should have been, plus thousands of compartments instead of pulp. Jyro had counted forty-three circular corridors so far, all connected by radial passageways B through X.
Of course thousands of compartments remained locked, he'd been unable to establish communications with the robots, and he was no closer to getting off the ship than the day he had arrived. But God helps those who help themselves, so the effort would continue.
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