Cally was thinking about how much she would love a pizza, heavy on the
cheese and Italian sausage. No, just heavy on the cholesterol. Why was
it that the only things that tasted good were all supposed to be bad
for you? She had long ago determined never to let it bother her. Like
Scarlett, she'd think about it tomorrow. The heck with it. Everybody
needed a secret sin. And that was the worst part of being here on
Andikythera. You couldn't just pick up a phone. . . .
She stared across the cavernous room, her stomach grumbling, and looked
at the large overhead screen intended to track the space vehicle after
lift-off. Then she glanced around at the rows of desks with computer
workstations that lined the floor. It was almost as though she had a
small army under her command. All this power, and she still couldn't
order up a pizza. What was wrong with this picture? She was so
preoccupied with her thoughts that she completely failed to notice the
new arrivals.