Chapter 118

Chapter One Hundred Eighteen

Something about the alien builder made Connor shudder and set his nerves on edge. It wasn’t so much that it was inhuman or hideous but that it seemed so…

Wise? Was it the sensation that he was looking at something so superior that distressed him?

Without interruption, the thing’s croak continued on, and Elise pulled out her pocket computer. “I have to record this. No one’s going to believe—”

The hum grew louder, and she was bathed in the green glow.

She turned to Connor. “Am I—?”

“You’re glowing green.” The staleness of the air took on a different scent, an almost pleasing antiseptic aroma that settled on the tongue like alcohol. The smell was accompanied by a warming sensation. “And I think they’ve turned on an atmospheric recycler.”

“Okay.” She squinted at the holographic form. “It has a mouth and nose slits. Do you get the impression of something reptilian from it?”

“If those are scales on its skin, yeah.”