Antares Fiction: Deductions, by Tim Bancroft
Batu came round. His thinking was fuzzy, suggesting extraordinarily powerful analgesics. The world around him was dark, vague patches of light on walls and a low ceiling. ‘He’s got to be told.’ A voice, Baray’s. ‘If you so request.’ Ceahray’s voice. A face loomed over him, a blue eyepiece and a dark eye in a…