“It will taste of photons and lies,” Bortus said grimly.
Before Ed could suggest the universal translator equivalent of offering it a napkin, Lieutenant Commander Bortus spoke from his station. “Captain. I have detected a small Union science vessel inside the cloud. It appears to be… half-digested.”
Captain Ed Mercer stared at the viewscreen on the bridge of the USS Orville . A shimmering, iridescent cloud the size of Jupiter was currently digesting a small moon. Science scans indicated it was a rogue, non-corporeal lifeform with the cognitive capacity of a mildly ambitious goldfish.
Ed grabbed Dr. Fen by the shoulders. “How do we get it to spit us out?”