EdenChapter 37
They had brought water, in two jugs of the same cement-like substance Igwanda had seen before. The jugs were surprisingly well-made, though with strict functionality; there were none of the designs or decorations of the earthenware of ancient human civilizations. They set the jugs down without ceremony, each opening one to show its contents. "Good morning, Joe. Good morning, Akakha," said Meiersdottir, just as she had every morning before yesterday's attack. Trying to restore some sense...