Arthur nodded slowly. His eyes were fixed on the egg. It pulsed faintly beneath its rubbery surface. Alive. Undeniably alive. The woman reached for a tablet. “Then we have a lot to talk about.”
Arthur swallowed. His voice came out hoarse. “It started this morning. I only saw three or four of them at first. Out past the reef—just floating there. Thought maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me.” The woman glanced up, but said nothing. She kept typing.