Here's a little bit more of the third installment in the Petri Dish Chronicles! As always, the disclaimer is that this is a draft and, as such, it's unedited and likely full of errors and is subject to revision, revamping, and being completely scrapped and rewritten. But, with that in mind, I'm reasonably satisfied with the basics of it, at least at the moment, or I wouldn't have bothered posting it. Enjoy! :-)
Excerpt from Shifting Paradigms:
Petri swallowed against her rising nausea and tried to
comfort herself with the thought that the kid might not actually be a kid.
Which reminded her of something else Vlad had said earlier. “You said there are
no actual children in your city, was that a lie?”
He gave her a cold smile. “Very good, Per Dish. You’re correct. One rule I do enforce is that everyone who comes here must be of an age to be responsible for themselves. The details of that vary depending on the individual and the species involved, but there are no true children here.”
His tone didn’t invite further inquiry, and Petri decided to let the matter drop. She had gotten as much reassurance as she thought she would get that what looked like a kid in danger wasn’t what it looked like and, even if it were, there wasn’t much she could do about it. She was on Vlad’s turf. And if she wanted to get herself and her friends out of this alive, she couldn’t afford to be distracted.
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