![]() ![]() The purpose of the interface was to share with the Alliance governments the records of the safe arrival and processing of the most recent intake of Teissian refugees. Lois suppressed a growl and glared instead, closing the message, re-selecting the names, then trying again to drag them into the folder. ![]() ![]() So when the text box came up, “Error” was about the only word she understood. She was learning Rhacahr, but what she had was basic. Their software was out of sync with the Rhacahr software again, and she couldn’t fix it herself. She stared at the screen in front of her like it was a puzzle to solve, searching for the answer as if it was written in a corner somewhere, though she knew from experience it wasn’t. ![]() “I don’t want to call IT,” Lois grumbled in response, her lips half-hidden behind her curled fingers, her chin propped in her palm. Lois had her back to the window so she could feel the sun, but Susan could see the sky, so they didn’t fight over the positioning. They shared the Intake Office with four other people, their desks arranged facing each other in two rows of three, and their shifts lined up so they were often alone in there. “Just call IT,” Susan suggested, watching sympathetically from across the aisle. I hope you like it and let me know what you think □ Hi, everyone! Below is the first chapter of my upcoming novel, The E.T. ![]()
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