Kelly clapped a hand on his shoulder. “It was a noble sacrifice, Bortus. We’ll have Gordon replicate you a case of something.”
Ed turned to Bortus. “Status?”
“It will taste of photons and lies,” Bortus said grimly. The Orville
“No,” Ed whispered.
Isaac stepped forward, his optical sensor glowing. “Fascinating. The cloud’s digestive enzymes are non-random. They target specific mineral structures and organic compounds with the precision of a sommelier selecting a vintage. The moon it was consuming was rich in tricyclic hydrocarbons and volcanic salts. A ‘complex, earthy’ profile, one might say.” Kelly clapped a hand on his shoulder
“You idiots!” Dr. Fen shrieked, not with fear, but with academic rage. “You’ve ruined it! We were this close to proving the ‘Great Flavor Hypothesis’!” “Status
“It is the only logical choice,” Isaac stated.