A World of Worlds
Page 19
The communication station was all the way across the village. Brynt didn’t cuff her. His large frame was intimidating enough, though she wasn’t sure who the passersby feared more.
The buzz inside her head increased the further they went into the settlement. By the time they reached the dome-shaped station she was leaning on Brynt’s arm and fighting off the nausea.
They went straight into a large, circular room. Screens covered nearly half of the wall opposite the entrance. In the center, facing them stood a chair, a throne—and above it hovered an electrode crown connected to, a web of cables.
Fiana stopped, weak at the knees. There were no other controls, buttons, levers, or any sort of input devices. One word from the many definitions of the Navi she had read rung loud and clear in her mind: telepaths.
“Navi Fiana?”
His words faded into darkness as her body hit the floor.