Aris watched the Cygiso settle back into their slow, silent carousel. They did not pursue. They did not gloat. They simply returned to their conversation: heavy, light, here, safe, we, we, we.
The Cygiso did not flee. They gathered.
The Odyssey arrived within a year. Not a science vessel—a harvester. They lowered nets and vacuum pumps, intending to collect Cygiso by the thousand and ship them to bio-weapons labs. cygiso