“When the boat deployed, we were still within the system where Lorelei station’s located, ma’am,” said the officer. “There’s one marginally habitable planet, listed on our charts as HR-63. A hot one, but breathable air and a solid surface. Our fellow will be landing there, probably in two or three weeks’ time, and the boat has sufficient supplies to keep one person alive for a couple of years. I doubt he’ll need them for long, though. We’ve recently learned that the planet is inhabited, and the indigenes have joined the Alliance. We’ll have to go through State, but maybe they can get them to take him into custody until he can be sent back to face charges.”
“Oh, that would be good,” said Lola, trying to sound enthusiastic about it. This was bad news. It meant that she and Ernie would have to take evasive measures, after all. She’d been hoping the boat and the robot would simply disappear into empty space, leaving no clues who had stolen it. On the other hand, it might take a while for the indigenes to turn over the robot, which would give her and Ernie plenty of time to disappear on their own. “What’s this new race I haven’t heard about?” she asked, fluttering her eyelids. If she was going to get this purser to pay attention to her, she had to keep him talking.
“A bunch of miniature dinosaurs,” said Hernandez with a quirky grin. “They call themselves Zenobians.”
“Invisible alien drones, huh? That’s one I ain’t heard before,” said Do-Wop.
“There’s got to be an explanation for it,” said Sushi. “Invisibility doesn’t work, except in specially rigged circumstances. It’s easy to make something hard to find from a certain angle or direction-say, for a magician working on holovision or on a stage. But even when it’s invisible from the audience, somebody watching from backstage or the wings would usually be able to see how it’s done.”