P’hren knew sound didn’t carry in space: it simply was not physically possible. And yet, when she viewed the replay that night — watched the very instant of bombfall on the surface of this rebel planet — how else to explain the sighs of generations never to be born, the moans of the irradiated?
Surely, to admit her misgivings would be to commit career suicide. Nonetheless, the truth haunted her; in fact, she deeply loathed her job. And she was starting to loathe the person who held it…