Within an hour, the Philotes was silent except for the cooing of seven hundred sentient beings, reduced to helpless, diaper-clad toddlers. Their minds still intact—screaming behind cherubic faces.
Elara didn't think. She clicked.
Outside, the Philotes wasn't in the usual quiet slipstream. They were adrift. And the stars—the actual stars—had begun to move. They stretched, elongated into glowing threads, weaving themselves into a colossal, diapered shape. A nebular infant, light-years tall, its face a crinkle of cosmic displeasure. Star Diapers Catalog Download REPACK