The next day passed by uneventfully.
Both Uriel and Zion were mostly quiet, one monitoring the ship while the other ran light simulations to prevent himself from getting stiff.
'It feels weird,' he thought, staring at the dark space through the front window. 'I guess I'm just not used to peaceful moments anymore.'
Compared to the past few months, where everything that could've gone wrong had gone wrong, this all felt… unusual, almost like the calm before the storm.
'There's only twenty-nine hours left,' he thought, tapping his armrest. 'Then I'll have to investigate as much as I can, as fast as I can.'
'Is there any way you can help me with that, Uriel?'
[It's possible,] Uriel replied, its voice low. [My database contains records of countless planets.]
It paused for a moment. [Even a handful of precise datapoints should be enough to determine its composition and predict the presence of herbs and mineral deposits.]
Zion smirked while nodding. "That's good, that's really good."
