Then, too, there was the pressure.
A gentle insistent pressure. As if to say, "I'm here." He remembered how strong Lauri's mind was and he knew that she would be able to hold the pressure longer than he could hold the shield. Once, in training he had shielded for nearly thirteen days—but now, under the sapping of his energy by physical activity, by the multiple administrative problems, by the pressure itself....
He shook his head savagely.
He looked at his suit across the edge of the bed. He shuddered with the memory of his sickness and reached for the phone to order new clothing.
And the pressure. He was going to have to learn to get used to it.
Later, he reported to the Ship, his voice fumbling and hesitant.
The answer crackled back. "She's alerted the others, you idiot! We picked up her message. There's four more of them down there."
Parr tried to think of an excuse, knowing how pointless it would be even to offer one.
"You should have used your head," the Ship continued. "What made you think the Oholo was necessarily male?"
"I ... I don't know. I just did."