One place she visited most of all was command, where the gestation pods quietly churned night and day. She spent much of her free time there, listening to music or eating her nutritional supplements as she watched her fellow exiles grow. The vats had one clear wall, so she could look in if she really wanted. She didn't very often—the only thing more disgusting than a baby was a half-formed baby that was also an adult, their body filled with implants and wires in addition to the muscle, skin, and sinew.