The World of Beasts: She's Got Their Hearts novel Chapter 68

"A pocket drive? Used to contain out-of-control males?"

Analise blinked and blew gently on her hot bowl of mushroom soup.

"Yes, this one's a bit smaller than the standard models. It's a recent release, and apparently, it's quite popular."

Scott nodded.

"Are we taking off now?" Analise asked, just as she heard the low rumble of the starship and felt it begin to move.

Then, that familiar wave of weightlessness hit her.

In an instant, Analise's mind went blank. A sharp ringing filled her ears, and a relentless buzzing clouded her thoughts.

The bowl slipped from her grasp, crashing to the floor. Doubling over, she clutched her chest as a wave of nausea surged through her.

What was happening? Was it because Echo was too far away, weakening the novice protection mechanism?

The thought sent a shiver down her spine, but it only strengthened her resolve. She needed to earn more purification points, exchange them for credits, and buy useful items.

But that would have to wait until Echo returned.

A deep sense of unease settled over her.

"Ana!" Scott's expression tightened. "Are you getting starship sickness again?"

She groaned.

It was too much.

She barely had the strength to respond, and the dizziness made it impossible to stand.

"Contact Finlay immediately!" Scott pulled up his interface without hesitation.

As soon as the call connected, he spoke urgently. "Finlay, bring the strongest clarity tonic you've got. Ana's getting starship sickness again."

"A little. My head's clearer, and I'm not as dizzy anymore. But my mouth is unbearably bitter." Analise looked like she might cry. "Do you have any candy? Anything sweet?"

"I don't have any candy... But I do have some nutritional supplements. They taste better than that, at least." He hesitated before adding, "Do you want one?"

Analise wrinkled her nose. "Forget it. I'd rather just suffer through the bitterness." She waved him off with a dramatic sigh.

"How about something to neutralize the taste? I'll get you another bowl of soup." Scott stood up and summoned a cleaning robot to mop up the spilled porridge.

"No, thanks. I don't have an appetite." Analise shook her head. "I think I'll go check out the ship's front cabin."

Ding!

Ding!

Two distinct notification tones chimed. One from Scott's wrist-mounted interface and the other from Finlay's.