I notified families and filled a report with the inspectors. Kaleen coughed, straightened: 'The Zariman was lost making the fold from Saturn to the Outer gates. 'You were the principal investigator of the Zariman?' Kaleen's voice was a jagged whisper, a rigid face. The old voice: 'Your name is Kaleen.' Kaleen nodded. Her military beret was pulled snug over a scarred and hairless scalp. Her mouth was a sagging gash without lips or expression. Her right eye was bright and blinking, but her left was a greasy slit. There was a gasp as the light hit her face. She hesitated, but only for an instant, then crossed the room and sat. The outline of a young woman appeared at the door. Across the room a security officer, stern and plain, opened the door. An old woman's voice from the shadow: 'Send her in'. Their attention on a single chair, bathed in light. Three figures waited behind a simple table.
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