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Alex had accepted Julien’s suggestion, and the four now met in Andrea’s cabin. With the flotilla ships holding station mere kilometers from one another, Tatia had been able to transfer quickly via shuttle from the Money Maker to the Rêveur .
Julien began,
Z said, producing various smiles and smirks from the room.
Cordelia said.
Renée sent.
Alex said.
Shock coursed through the group. The President had been the Méridiens’ greatest supporter. He’d championed the Pact between his people and the “stranded cousins” to gain Méridien technology in exchange for the repairs to the Rêveur , and he convinced New Terrans to participate in the production of the planet’s first space-capable fighters, the Daggers. The first public dissemination of the advanced technology was the medical nanites, a limited version of the Méridiens’ cell-gen injections. Distributed through the planet’s hospitals, they were saving New Terran lives and repairing traumatic injuries every day. The nanites’ amazing miracles endeared the Méridiens to the people of New Terra—at least, to most of the people.
Tatia asked.
Z answered.
Alex surmised.
Andrea demanded.
Cordelia said.
More than one startled look accompanied that comment as Andrea, Tatia, and Renée realized how Alex had defined the term “research,” which he had sent Julien to accomplish.
Cordelia said with figurative tongue in cheek, she said, questioning the decision not to be forthcoming to the New Terrans.
Alex said.
Cordelia continued.
Andrea grumbled.
Alex asked.
Cordelia sent.
Tatia started then held herself in check.
Alex requested, growing tired of bad