Observing the lazy flow in the console's reflection, Pid knew what he had to say. Ever since they had left Grom, shape-discipline had been disgustingly lax. It was his duty. Lower castes, like Radiomen and Detectors, were notoriously prone to the chaos of Shapelessness.
"A lot of hopes are resting on this expedition," he began, his voice measured. "We're a long way from home now." As Ger the D...
