Five months out from Earth, we were half-way to Saturn and three-quarters of the way to murder. At least, I was. I was sick of the feuding, the worries and the pettiness of the other nineteen aboard. My stomach heaved at the bad food, the eternal smell of people, and the constant...
Zeckler was a con-man, a human con-man. But he had no idea what he was up against when he decided to try to outwit the Altairians, an alien race that believes telling the truth is a weakness. Really he never had a chance.
Five months out from Earth we were half-way to Saturn and three-quarters of the way to murder. At least I was. I was sick of the feuding the worries and the pettiness of the other nineteen aboard. My stomach heaved at the bad food the eternal smell of people and the constant...