Hot air was blazing in the dark vent, blowing into Kameilo’s face and through her mane of white hair as she climbed down its rocky walls. Below her, she could see a large turbine spinning with wooden blades, carved from the local trees. It seemed to be automated from the same silver goop the almalgates were made of.
“Be honest with me,” Curiosity’s voice said below. “Why won’t you consume the nutritious we are providing you?”
“I’m not hungry. That’s why,” a tired voice answered.
It was Doctor Bravon! Kameilo could hear his voice again. He sounded so weak, but he was alive.
Kameilo climbed silently further down the heat vent and listened, eager to rescue him, but knowing she must not be seen.
“I find your posturing grossly dubious,” Curiosity replied. “You are showing signs of fatigue and malnutrition. Yet the fact that you refuse to eat eludes me. I cannot understand.”
“The fact is, I’