Free Faer’s Command: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Science Fiction Alien Romance) (Survival Wars Book 3) by Hana Starr Page A

to cure it.
Theoretically speaking, of course!” She knew that she was rambling a bit again,
and she genuinely didn't want to get their hopes up for nothing if what she was
suspecting wasn't actually true, but she couldn't help it – her enthusiasm
whenever she reached an epiphany of any kind always got the better of her. And,
ultimately, disappointed her immensely when it was proven to be fruitless.
     
                “I am unsure if that would work,” Faer noted
quietly, as if they were trying to keep themselves from being too hopeful in
the wake of her theory. “But I could certainly see where your idea came from.
At the very least, it would provide a better place to start than where we were
previously.” They shrugged. Carefully, they readied the strain of the illness
into a syringe and injected it into the specified organ. Anne Claire tapped at
the holo-screen on the computer, enabling its built in microscope to enhance
enough on the colon to study it on the molecular level.
     
                “I can see it taking hold,” she noted, watching as
the cells of the illness latched onto and devoured the healthy cells of the
colon. So far, so expected, but this was only the beginning of the tests.
     
                “Is your theory still holding promise?”
     
                “For the moment.” She made a swiping motion with
her hand, willing the display screen to move off to the side. “But the real
indicator to all of this,” she said as she picked up a scalpel lying on the
tray beside her. “Is going to be this test.”
     
                “I am unsure that one can perform any test of
any kind with merely a scalpel.” Faer frowned.
     
                “Simple,” Anne Claire reassured them as she
brought the microscope enhancement screen back in front of her. Expertly
slicing the colon and cutting down to the injection site, she watched as the
cells multiplied at a significantly boosted growth when exposed to the air.
Even to the point where a microscope was no longer required to see the cells
forming a mass; amidst the pink flesh of the colon, an angry grayish tumor was
forming rapidly. Faer gasped in alarm.
     
                “That is what the illness would do when we
attempted to perform examinations on the volunteer test subjects!” It was the
most emotion she had heard come from Faer outside of their telepathic
connection, and it alarmed her but also encouraged her at the same time; much like
her experiment on the organ, getting a reaction meant she was doing something
right, at least. “We would not have the time to operate on them because of the
rapid growth – we would just have to sew the patients back up to avoid making
it even worse!” She nodded.
     
                “Cancerous growths respond to the air, and it
allows them to increase their rate of multiplication.” She grinned. “It seems
the Hakimme have cancer.”
     
                “That hardly seems like something to be happy
over.” Faer blanched in the face of her enthusiasm.
     
                “Normally, I would absolutely agree with you.
But!” she held up a finger. “I happen to know how to cure cancer. I am the one that created the cure, after all. I just need to apply slightly
different things to the final stages of the cure...” she was already tapping
away at the computer's holographic screen, frantically taking down notes and
tallying up what was required for the cure. “Since you have a simulator that
can test what the effects of the cure on the body that we can utilize before we put anyone at risk, then that's what we'll use until we can perfect the
formula and get rid of the cancerous cells without getting rid of anything else
that isn't harming the body.”
     
                “Is it truly that simple?” Faer asked
incredulously. They seemed almost insulted that they had toiled for so long
before. She