This short novel is all vibe, and the vibe is a pervasive smell, eroding and threatening the identity and the relationships of the whole crew. Poetry is light, and everything is brought up tangentially.
Humanoids behave like humans, humans are troubled by the long gone Earth, and the strange and fascinating objects brought back from a foreign planet communicate their unease through smell.
(a note : Lea Gulditte Hestelund's work is credited, probably for inspiring the objects).
Hard to understand who is employee, employed or employing whom. The order of things is troubled: are humans in charge? What does it mean to be human without Earth? Are the objects the most valuable passengers? Or rather the very productive and expensive humanoids ?
