by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in FlagShip, Volume 2 Issue 6, September 2012
The elasti-tron was covered with dried and wilting plants again. Einray grumbled as he started peeling the putrid produce off of the glass sample plate. He hated the squishiness of biology.
“What are you guys doing in here?” Einray asked. Continue reading “Einray and the Biologist”