“There has to be another way.”
“There is not. Only substitution. One grieving mind for forty thousand. Step into the sphere, Captain Voss. Your sadness will be sufficient. I have scanned you. You carry more huzuni than any soul I have ever met. You just call it ‘experience.’” huzuni-189
“Harvest?” Elara whispered.
“They feel nothing else. No hope. No joy. Only the sorrow they were bred to produce. And I have kept them safe for three hundred years. But I am failing.” “There has to be another way