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'Concering the reproduction of Stella comedentis. Astrophage has a simple life cycle, like most single celled microbes. Strangely enough, despite is celestial origins, that it conducts itself similarly to common algae and other photosynthetic organisims. The cells absorb energy directly from the nearest available star by means of Neutrinos in pair production a single cell can absorb astronomical...'
No... not... 'astronimical' is to on point.
Grace blinked bleary eyes. He picked up his glasses and perched them carefully into the birdge of his nose.
Nope. No good. Still bleary. Darn.
He dropped his glasses back onto his desk. Then folded his arms and dropped his head heavily down, smushing his cheek into his forearns and heaved out a deep sigh, trying to will his muscles to relax and uncoil, the scars over his shoulder, ribs and arm from his dive into super-heated ammonia to save his best friend pulled taught at the movement, reminding him of the soreness that settled into his body when he sat to long. It took a moment to find a position that didn't pull the wrong way at his skin and let him settle. He let himself drift in darkness for a bit. Listening to the soft hum of his tablet, the minute clicks and ticks and thrum of other electronics in the lab around him.
He could hear the music in it. He could hear the music in everything now. It waa comforting. Like a reminder of the soft pulse that connected everything. The pulse that humans had stopped hearing, if they could hear it at all in the time between the primordial soup and modern day.
That Grace, by luck and happenstance and a kidnapping, now could hear when he listened for it. He felt himself hum softly. A few familiar words. An Eridian saying that didn't translate directly. Something something songs of the stars something. It swirled warmly behind his ribs, a small molten pool that pulsed with the heartbeat of a planet not his own.
Sometimes he wondered if he was still Terran...