I was surprised to see that the engineering compartment remained intact. There weren't any gaping hull fractures or fire-spurting gaskets. On the contrary, everything appeared brand new, too new for a ship that'd been through what Dauntless had.
Then Butland spotted something I did not and dropped to his knees. 'The hull's made of plastic!'
'What?' Cali and I snapped.
'The hull and I'd wager everything else is made of plastic.'
'Rac, do you copy?' Usually, the pilot would be the first to answer, but now he was suspiciously quiet.
Cali stepped closer to the bulkhead wall, peering up at the wall-mounted speaker. 'It's fake.'
'Seriously?'
'Yeah, Jake. Take a look for yourself if you don't believe me.'
Sure enough, the once advanced Uvaaaru technology now resembled nothing more than a children's toy. No, it was worse than that because a toy would retain at least some kind of functionality.
