Charles stood sideways against the ship's hull, looking up at a sky filled with corpses and mechanical wreckage. In that moment, he felt as if he were deep beneath the sea.
Over twenty airships slowly threaded their way through the debris, as if entering a tomb in the sky.
At Charles's command, a translucent tentacle coiled around the ankle of a Feierbahah. It gave a gentle tug and dragged the body onto the deck.
"Linda, how long has this man been dead? When did he die?"
He needed to find out what the Foundation had encountered as soon as possible. Maybe this corpse holds the answer.
The ship's doctor, Linda, nodded. She strapped a light similar to a miner's lamp to her forehead and plunged her head directly into the corpse's chest to begin the autopsy.
Soon, Linda gave a surprising report. "Captain, this man is alive. He's not dead."
"You're sure?" Charles leaned forward, eying the Feierbahah, who looked identical to a corpse.
