Chapter 364

• The hydroponics bay was a maze of towering corn stalks and dripping irrigation pipes. The air was thick with moisture and the chemical tang of fertilizer. It felt wrong—life manufactured in a tomb.
• “This way,” Ben whispered, crouching low. “The freight elevator for the harvest is at the north end. If the power is out, we can climb the cables.”
• “Wait,” Val signaled a halt. She knelt, examining a puddle of nutrient sludge on the floor.