Fluency (Confluence Book 1)
Jennifer Foehner Wells
Language: English
Pages: 377
ISBN: B00L3U9OCG
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
NASA discovered the alien ship lurking in the asteroid belt in the 1960s. They kept the Target under intense surveillance for decades, letting the public believe they were exploring the solar system, while they worked feverishly to refine the technology needed to reach it.
The ship itself remained silent, drifting.
Dr. Jane Holloway is content documenting nearly-extinct languages and had never contemplated becoming an astronaut. But when NASA recruits her to join a team of military scientists for an expedition to the Target, it’s an adventure she can’t refuse.
The ship isn’t vacant, as they presumed.
A disembodied voice rumbles inside Jane’s head, "You are home."
Jane fights the growing doubts of her colleagues as she attempts to decipher what the alien wants from her. As the derelict ship devolves into chaos and the crew gets cut off from their escape route, Jane must decide if she can trust the alien’s help to survive.
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that solar system, also rife with life. One individual survived the heat and stress of reentry. A male. It found the female, dead. It fertilized her eggs, then began to hunt. Ei’Brai said, “A new species was born, their unique adaptations allowing them to eventually move between stars—to consume a world’s resources and lay eggs for the next generation of devastation to begin. They do not give themselves a name, do not communicate with their prey, never acknowledge sentience in another species.
Varma and Gibbs looked uncomfortable, but weren’t saying anything. Alan shone his flashlight down the hall in the direction of the capsule and started moving. Jane stayed at his side. She didn’t have a flashlight or her pack. She must have left them outside the light treatment chamber. There was some murmuring behind them, then Varma came up behind Jane and handed her an air canister with its harness and an oxygen monitor. Jane slipped the harness over her shoulders and glanced at the monitor as
protruding module. It eased out. She grabbed the silky material inside, wrapping a length around her hair, using another to dry herself. The fabric was incredibly thirsty and efficient for its weight. She felt better almost immediately. She opened various drawers and shook out the garments inside until she found a tunic and a pair of drawstring pants. The pants and sleeves were far too long, but she tight-rolled them at wrists and ankles and left her feet bare. The gauzy fabric instantly warmed
be beautiful. Though she tried to remain guarded, he picked up on her mental state. Proximity seemed to be a factor. She felt an even greater sense of the multiple layers of his racing thoughts. She could almost see, as well as sense, the multiple brains beneath his translucent skin. His mantle swelled in an almost child-like expression of pride. He bobbed in place. “My appearance pleases you?” One of two tentacles extended toward her, far longer and thinner than his arms and terminating in a
felt content and highly motivated to complete this section before someone interrupted her. Her form was still very good, she thought, as she paused, scrutinizing her progress. She frowned when she realized she’d brushed her hand against her brow, smearing her forehead with dark cyan pigment. Painting was imbedded in her. She’d practiced this technique since she was a child, had been good enough for formal schooling, but the stars had beckoned to her. She wasn’t fanciful about it. She was
