Erratic readings: that was Donaldson’s story since being brought in with a mysterious pathogen – six weeks in a coma, no family. He was brain dead, but his readings were all over the map.
It was impossible, like the pathogen; it was clearly designed . . . but for what?
After they pulled the plug – that’s when Donaldson sat up, examining them with eyes that glowed with laser-red pupils. “Where are we?”
The satellites answered him with raw data.