by Bill Parker
Life has an energy all its own. It thrives where no one would ever believe. It clings to the smallest toehold. It flourishes given any chance at all.
Jane Markett was an up-and-coming exo-archeologist.. She was not about to let a bunch of stodgy, slow colleagues slow down her search for Zat-Mat-Kut, an ancient alien religious site. What happened, though, was not what anybody expected.