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1 I’ve had clients who thought they needed an absurd level of security. (And I’m talking absurd even by my standards, and my code was developed by a bond company known for intense xenophobic paranoia, tempered only by desperate greed.) I’ve also had clients who thought they didn’t need any security at all, right up unt...
It gave the stupid boat a lot of blindspots, which were someone else’s security nightmare. It was more sophisticated than the other boats we’d seen on this survey, with better tech. Of course that just made it vulnerable. I was also monitoring our outer perimeter and the scattered islands surrounding us, in case this w...
Prematurely eliminating the visible targets (excuse me, potential targets) on deck might just tip us out of incipient shitshow into full-on shitshow. There was sort of a chance that Thiago might actually talk our way out of this. He was great at talking to other humans. But I had a drone waiting just inside the hatchwa...
Staying low, I crawled down the steps into the first cabin structure. The human inside was monitoring a primitive scanner system. (I’d jammed it even before I got shot, feeding it artistic static and random reports of anomalous energy signatures to keep it busy.) I choked her until she was unconscious and then broke he...
I slipped through into a grimy metal corridor, then a human stepped out of the next doorway. I disarmed them and slammed their head into the floor. The door to the next compartment was closed, but one of my drones had landed on the roof earlier, flattened itself to a window, and got me some good scan and vid intel. Tha...
Thiago, who was unexpectedly good at stalling, had avoided the question of whether the other researchers were going to come out on the observation deck so Potential Target Leader could decide if he wanted to abduct them or not. Thiago was now listing all our supplies and pretending to stumble over FacilitySys’s transla...
(In company terms that’s a PSELSR, which is a terrible anagram.) (I don’t mean anagram, I mean the other thing.) Thiago backed away, saying, “You don’t want to do this. You really don’t want to do this.” Yeah, well, it was a little too late for them to run away. I stepped to the outside hatch and told my drones to get ...
Or I’ll kill him!” He was right, I’d been trying to make him move, setting up a shot. He had stopped with the observatory bubble behind him, not a good angle for me. “You can still get out of this,” Thiago gasped. “Just let us go. You can take me as a hostage—” Oh, right, that’ll help. I said, “No hostages.” “What is t...
I lunged forward and grabbed Thiago, slung him aside, then ripped the projectile weapon away from Target Leader. I knocked him lightly in the stomach and chest with the stock and he dropped to the deck. Arada stepped out of the hatch, the projectile weapon sensibly pointed down even though my scan showed she had alread...
2 I told myself it wasn’t as much of a shit ending to my first time as Survey Security Consultant While Not Pretending to be a Human and/or Faking the Existence of a Human Supervisor as it could have been. Everybody was alive, they had all their sampling and scans done. Our original schedule actually had us leaving in ...
“Thiago has some scrapes on his neck,” he told us, “but otherwise he’s fine.” Ratthi went out with the kit. The yelling on the comm had calmed down but I could hear tense voices from the rec room. Preservation-controlled facilities like this don’t have SecSystems recording everything and cameras everywhere because priv...
“Now you make sure you’re fine, too.” She stepped out of the compartment and set the privacy filter on the doorway. I stripped off my clothes and dropped them in the decontam bin and got onto the platform. It would run a check for contaminants and pop the projectiles out of my shoulder and chest. The process only took ...
I could have said that I had risked his life not using kill-shots on the armed targets because I knew Arada didn’t want me to.) He pressed his lips together. “I could ask her.” I said, “You should definitely do that.” He glared at me and the brown skin on his cheeks showed pronounced signs of a rise in temperature indi...
Some of the live performances were demonstrations or seminars I wasn’t interested in, but I managed to fit in thirty-two plays and musicals while Mensah was at meetings or doing things with her family members. (I used drones to record the performances that were overlapping or scheduled against each other. They were all...
Right, it’s usually a good idea to warn bot/human constructs who call themselves Murderbot before making grabby hands, except during a security incident when you would expect/need the human you’re trying to extract from lethal circumstances to grab you and hold on. And this read as the latter; like Mensah needed me to ...
“I’m just tired.” I sent a feed request to the ground vehicle (which on Preservation was called a “go-cart” for some reason) (some stupid reason) to meet us at the nearest transportation area. The plaza and streets were lit with little floating balloon-lights, and the dirt and temporary paving painted with elaborate de...
I’m sorry I interrupted your evening.” I recalled my drones except for the one that was recording the play and the detachment I had designated to keep tabs on the family still at the party. (Another detachment was at the camp house, maintaining a perimeter and keeping watch on the two adults and seven children who had ...
But I wasn’t like that. I was me, Murderbot. So instead of Mensah having a pet bot like poor Miki, or a sad bot/human construct that needed someone to help it, she had me. (I told this to Dr. Bharadwaj later, because we talked about a lot of things while she was doing research about bot/human relations for her document...
And granted, while I have been a key factor in certain clusterfucks of gigantic proportions and my risk assessment module has serious issues, my threat assessment record is pretty great, like 93 percent. (Most of the negative points came from that time I didn’t know that Wilken and Gerth were hired killers until Wilken...
So, on the night when Potential Target invited Amena to come back to his semi-isolated camp house with him to “meet some friends,” I decided to come along. He led her into the darkened house, and she stumbled on a low table. She giggled and he laughed. Sounding way more intoxicated than he actually was, he said, “Wait,...
He lied about meeting other humans there.” She stamped along in silence for twelve point five seconds. “Look, I’m sorry, but I’m not some kind of idiot, and I don’t fuck around. If he’d done anything I didn’t like, I was going to leave. And if he wouldn’t let me leave, I have the feed, I can call for help whenever I wa...
The colonists who hadn’t been living in orbit on their ship had all stayed in temporary structures at that point, that were moved seasonally to avoid destructive weather patterns in the parts of the planet that had been habitable at that time. There were other pop-ups, large and small, planted all over the hills around...
(Mostly because I don’t care.) (On the rare occasions where I did care, it would have meant starting a conversation not directly related to security protocol, and that was just a slippery slope waiting to happen, for a variety of reasons.) But humans asked each other about their current status all the time, so how hard...
“You sound worried.” “I am worried.” I could feel my face making the expression whether I wanted it to or not. She let her breath out. “It’s nothing. I’ve been having nightmares. About being held prisoner on TranRollinHyfa, and … you know.” She made an impatient gesture. “It’s completely normal. It would be odd if I wa...
(And they did not count as security.) The other 1 percent was composed of me, Mensah’s survey team, all the humans working in Station Security, and the members of the Preservation Council who had seen the GrayCris assassins try to kill her. But that incident had been kept out of the newsfeeds, so hardly anyone thought ...
It’s also easier to be around people who understand what happened, what it’s like to be in that situation. That’s you and the rest of the survey team.” She hesitated. “Farai and Tano understand, but I haven’t explained to my brother and sister and Thiago and the others why I can’t just rely on them for emotional suppor...
I’m not sure what it was but you could probably describe it as “skeptical.” (Ratthi says that’s how I look most of the time.) With that confident planetary leader I am totally convincing you of this tone, she added, “And you know Amena and Thiago are going, too. I’ll feel better if you’re there to keep an eye on them.”...
After spending my entire existence having to gently suggest to humans that they not do things that would probably get them killed, it was nice to be able to tell them in so many words to not be so fucking stupid. But I didn’t regret doing it.) An attempt by Amena to go around Mensah and appeal to Farai and Tano had fai...
Which didn’t mean the humans left me alone. Ratthi came to my cabin. I didn’t have to let him in, so I did. (I know, I was still getting used to the idea of not minding the fact that a human wanted to talk to me.) He sat on the folding seat opposite my bunk and said, “Thiago will come around, you’ll see. He just doesn’...
(If the planet had been in the Corporation Rim, it would be open to exploitation, but out here nobody wanted it for anything.) I defaulted to, “Arada contracted with me.” “Yes, and we both know that you’re very capable of making it clear when you think someone doesn’t know what they’re doing.” She smiled at the drone I...
With no bot pilot on our baseship, I couldn’t get direct system updates, but I tapped the comm system to let me listen in on the bridge. Transcript: Copilot Mihail: “It came out of nowhere! Nothing on comm.” Specialist Rajpreet: “That’s a docking approach. I’m reading active weapons.” Pilot Roa: “That’s it, raise the S...
I needed more direct info from the baseship so I sent one ahead, and it whizzed past me as I started down the corridor toward the access. I had a plan, but it was mostly “keep the hostiles off the ship,” which is not so much a plan as a statement of hopeful intent. This could be really bad. I know, I know, I’m Security...
The hit wasn’t at all like the way they show ship combat in the media. I felt something more like a power surge than anything else. Gravity fluctuated just enough to thump me against the bulkhead and the ramp lights flickered. A flood of automated warnings came from the facility engineering pod and then the feed and co...
Roa replied, What, SecUnit? Can Arada hear me? She’s not— Overse began, then Arada swung through the hatch on the far side of the control deck. Overse’s face twisted with relief and she bit her lip hard, then added, Here she is. I hear you, Roa, Arada said, her mental voice hurried but calm. She reached to squeeze Over...
Via my control deck drone, I saw Arada tell Ratthi, “With the feed and comm down we’re going to need a head count to make sure everyone’s accounted for after that hit.” “Right, right, I’m on it!” Ratthi hurried out the hatch toward the living quarters. From the bottom of the well I took the central ramp around and came...
(That scenario could turn out any way from “we thought this was an easy target, let’s run away” to Rajpreet making a desperate last stand with her sidearm over the pieces of what was left of my body.) If they sent an EVAC-suited boarding party down the outside of the hull and came in through one of the hatches in the b...
Rajpreet told them, “Get up to crew level, hurry!” Adjat nodded, heading for the corridor. “Hatches are jammed to labs 3 and 4, I don’t know if anyone’s trapped—” “They’re doing a headcount up there,” Rajpreet said, pushing them on toward the access. I had an idea, though it had its downside. On the feed, I said, Roa, ...
The survey team members still trying to talk on the relay feed all shut up. Roa said, Yes, that’s … Yes. Dr. Arada, we don’t have a lot of time, do we evacuate and jettison or—? Still sounding calm, Arada said, SecUnit, do you agree we should jettison? Oh right, I was the security team head. If I/we were wrong about th...
She whispered, “They attached to our lock.” Whispering may have been an irrational impulse, but I could definitely sympathize. I said on the feed relay, Hostile has matched locks. Overse said, Ratthi, I need a confirmed head count, now. My gravity well drone picked up two stragglers, Remy and Hanifa, scrambling up the ...
I told Rajpreet, “Get to the gravity well access,” and started down the corridor toward the labs and sample storage, where Adjat had tried to tell Rajpreet about jammed doors. I ordered a drone to stay near the hatch so I would have some warning if anything came through it. I split the rest of the formation, sending tw...
I hit the floor and directed my scan under the hatch, but I couldn’t pick up any indication of a human body, living or otherwise. But drone audio detected a muffled human voice, coming from farther up the corridor. I shoved upright and slammed around the curve and oh right, that must be the hatch Adjat had seen. The bu...
“Get to the gravity well, now.” On what was left of the feed I told Rajpreet, I’m sending Kanti to you. Kanti hesitated, eyes wide and glazed over. Blood trickled down from a cut above her hairline. Behind me, Amena yelled, “Kanti, go!” Kanti pulled away and ran erratically down the corridor, bouncing off the bulkhead....
My hatch drone sent me a view of hazy smoke and movement inside the lock. Time for a split millisecond decision—could I sprint through the foyer, past the breached hatch, up the ramp to the gravity well, and climb up into the baseship so we could close the hatches and separate before the hostiles stormed inside? Uh, ma...
(It sounds like I was calm, but I had no idea what the hell I was going to do.) I felt feed static like a drill through the back part of my head, and then Overse saying, SecUnit, SecUnit, can you hear me? We’ve jettisoned the facility from baseship and are in the safepod, about to launch. Can you get to the EVAC suits ...
Human actions often seem way too slow to me because of my processing speed, but I didn’t think this was one of those times. The suits also had secure feed connections, so I could check to make sure Amena’s was working and sealed properly, and access its controls. Don’t use your comm, I told her over the secured feed. T...
(I designated that direction as “down” because it was toward where my feet were currently pointed.) It was the baseship, falling slowly away. The hostile was above us, clamped to the facility, a big scary blot on the suit’s scan. I tapped the baseship’s feed and without the interference from the dying facility, they he...
It was odd, since the configuration looked just like— The EVAC scans found a registry designation embossed on the ship’s hull and rendered it for me. And I recognized it. I didn’t even have to search my archive. I recognized it from a transport embarkation schedule on the station I had gone to after leaving Port FreeCo...
It was bringing us toward a large lock in the port hull, not that I could do anything about it. I saw ART’s lab module was in place, which meant it wasn’t acting as a cargo transport, but as a research vessel. Her voice high with distress, Amena said, They’ve got the facility, why do they want us? I said, I don’t know....
What do they want with us?” Then, in a smaller voice, “Please talk to me.” I still had a client, even if I was damaged and hallucinating. If this was a memory failure, I had to tell her. I wished she was Mensah, or any human I trusted to help me. Even Gurathin would have been better in this situation. If I told her tha...
Pansystem University of Mihira and New Tideland.” That was ART’s designation and registry. Okay, so. Good news: I’m not having some kind of memory or system crash, this was really ART. Bad news: what the fuck? I sent another ping. Amena turned back to me. “This must be a stolen survey ship.” Her voice was firmer, less ...
One big problem with that scenario, no wait, two: 1) getting aboard without ART’s cooperation and 2) doing something to ART without getting violently murdered. (I knew of forty-seven ways that ART could kill a human, augmented human, or bot intruder, and the only reason I didn’t know more is because I got bored and sto...
In gravity they made movement cumbersome, and could be hacked if I wasn’t careful, and I wasn’t sure how much protection the suit would give Amena from projectiles or other weapon fire. It wasn’t like it would be a good idea to go outside now, and freedom of movement was more important. I got the EVAC suit to open its ...
Maybe that made me less cautious. That and the fact that my drones had just passed through here seconds ago. As I stepped into the corridor, something moved in my peripheral vision. This is why we have drones. Unfortunately, whatever this was, my guard drone hadn’t registered its presence. I didn’t see it until it move...
If it was, you’d be blown to pieces.” (Note to humans and augmented humans: no one likes being patronized.) Unidentified One sounded even more amused. “You had better have the weapon we were told of, or I’ll take your ribs out one by one and break them in front of your little face.” I saved that for future reference. U...
My saved schematic of ART’s interior layout came in handy as I mapped the direction of Amena’s voice. Down this curving corridor, to a cross corridor, to a crew lounge area. I didn’t make any noise. By the time I got to the first curve in the corridor, I found their drone control feed. It was on an encrypted channel, l...
Two Targets faced Amena and the casualties: possibly augmented human; scan results null. Both Targets turned toward me. They looked like tall, thin augmented humans, with dull gray skin. (Injury, illness? Or an uncommon skin augment/cosmetic modification?) They both wore form-fitting protective suits and partial helmet...
What did you do to the bot pilot?” ART was so much more than a bot pilot but I didn’t have a word for what it was. Target Two sighed and folded its arms, like I’d asked a stupid question. Target One grinned at me, maliciously. It didn’t know who I was, what I was, it might not even know who ART was, but it knew I cared...
I told the Targets, “Angry, then afraid, then dead. Is that the right order?” Casualty One whispered, “Oh deity, that’s a—” Target One, flailing on the couch, reached for something that was clearly a weapon, clipped to the suit plate on its thigh. I lunged forward and had its wrist before it could close around the weap...
The two casualties were yelling agitatedly at Amena and I had to run back my audio to understand. Casualty One grabbed Amena’s arm and said, “You have to come with us! We have to get away, try to hide!” This close, though ART’s primary feed still wasn’t working, I could pick up some info from her interface. (Feedname: ...
(Which meant there was a highly motivated controlling system somewhere that had pushed through a quick security update.) I still had access to the Targets’ feed, and from the encrypted traffic, somebody was telling the targetDrones to do something. Which most likely involved converging on our position to kill us. I sai...
Drone Eight continued to record, sending me video of the bodies jerking helplessly, then finally dropping in leaking sprawls to the deck. “But that’s a SecUnit—” Ras protested. Eletra, her expression increasingly desperate, listened to the comm announcement and its abrupt end. “We have to go!” Amena limped forward anot...
I hoped it was sentient enough to hurt when I killed it. I had a lot of work to do before that point. And the image of the steaming bodies of Targets One and Three inside ART’s pristine control area was taking up way too much processing space. I had a few scout drones still in the corridors near the control area and I ...
I’d already identified six total Targets, with three still active (counting the messily dead ones), so the humans’ intel was useless. (Not a surprise.) I arranged the drone scouts in front of us into a cloud formation and sent them ahead with their scan functions tuned all the way up. Scout Two showed me that Targets F...
It wasn’t the best choice, but trying to cross over to engineering or the lab module wasn’t feasible at the moment, and the humans would need the supplies here. I was betting the targetDrones had no arm extensions to repair the hatches. The Targets themselves could, but I’d have warning and time to get there first. (An...
I checked the space, scanning the restroom and shower compartment, the morgue, and the other enclosed areas to make sure there weren’t targetDrones, Targets, or any other as yet unknown hostile lurking. The humans stood in the middle of the room, watching me anxiously. I finished my sweep, told them, “Stay here.” I lef...
I needed to clear this section and make sure I hadn’t trapped us in here with anything, but there were things I needed/wanted to know first. When I stepped inside, Ras said, “What’s going on?” He glanced at Amena, still unsure who to talk to. “Are we safe here?” I knew ART’s normal crew size; the command crew alone was...
Ras, just tell it we don’t know.” Ras rasped out, “We don’t know!” I said, “Is that the truth or is that the story you’re going with?” “It’s the truth,” Ras managed. “We don’t know what happened to them.” “We really don’t,” Eletra added, urgent enough to be convincing. “We haven’t seen anyone else since we were brought...
Then I realized she didn’t want to separate. She took a sharp breath and said, “All right.” On the feed relay, she added, Good, drones. That’s what I’ve always wanted. I could have said “Don’t say I never gave you anything” and we could have had reassuring sarcastic banter, like one of my shows. But I was walking aroun...
It was a strange idea, I know. And if correct, it was more proof for the theory that the Targets had little to no access to most of ART’s onboard systems, even though targetControlSystem was running helm and presumably weapons. Though ART didn’t have feed-accessible security cams like a normal transport. ART. I pulled ...
Because “under contract” means something completely different to them. In the Preservation Alliance, it meant I’d agreed to work for the survey for a specifically limited amount of time in return for compensation. In the Corporation Rim, it would have meant the survey had rented me from an owner, the same way you’d ren...
Amena said, “This ship attacked us right after we came out of the wormhole. How did you get aboard?” “It attacked us, too. We were on a supply transport, supporting the main expedition ship, an explorer, when this ship started to fire on us. We escaped in a shuttle, then we were pulled aboard. At least, that’s what I t...
One cabin I was pretty certain was the one used to lock up Ras and Eletra. A crumpled jacket that matched their uniforms lay on a bunk. The cabin didn’t have an attached restroom, but didn’t smell as bad as I would’ve expected. (Humans trapped for multiple cycles with no access to water or sanitary devices is usually h...
“Our division was assigned to work on lost settlements.” She hesitated. “I’m not … It’s proprietary information…” “I’m a junior survey intern and I’m not even from the Corporation Rim,” Amena pointed out. “I’m not going to tell anybody.” Ras didn’t seem as reluctant to explain as Eletra. “We were on an assignment to re...
Mensah has a clip from one of the most popular ones on a display surface on the wall of her station office.) (If there’d been a SecUnit in the colony, there probably would have been a compelling reason why it had to stay behind on the dying planet.) (I don’t actually believe that.) (Sometimes I believe that.) “Reclaimi...
A sudden 5 percent dip in performance reliability made my knees go shaky and I leaned on the cabin hatch. For twelve seconds it seemed like a good idea to slide all the way down to the deck and just stay there. But I should get back to Amena. Also, after the Targets had rampaged through here, the deck was pretty disgus...
Even more than the usual problems humans have perceiving reality? That was all I needed. Amena was just going to have to deal with it, because I was busy. Amena was baffled. “No, no, we just got here. Just a little while ago. Right before the gray people dragged me into that room.” Ras rubbed his face, either concealin...
I pushed off the hatch and walked over to pick up the weapon Ras had dropped. It was like or possibly identical to or possibly actually was the tube-like energy weapon Target Two had used on me. Ras must have picked it up while I was distracted by having an emotional breakdown. (Yeah, that was a huge mistake.) It had c...
She jerked her head toward the open kit and the container beside it. “They’re supposed to be analgesics—could they be poisoned?” It wasn’t a bad suggestion, but if this was something in the medication, I thought the reaction would involve bodily fluids and be way more disgusting. Amena wasn’t affected, so it wasn’t som...
Amena, in the middle of yelling, “Will you stop just standing there and do something—” halted abruptly. The rest came out as a startled huff. She added, “Did you do that?” “Yes.” I crouched down and lifted Eletra out of Amena’s lap. “This was caused by implants.” I carried Eletra over to the nearest gurney and carefull...
Normal external interfaces for humans were designed to look like all kinds of things, from carved natural wood to skin tones to jewels or stones or enamel art pieces to actual plain metal with a brand logo. And why would Eletra, who was an augmented human with an internal interface, need a second external one? And any ...
The other Targets have been trying to get through the sealed hatch and seem to think we’re inside.” I sent Amena a section of my drone video from the control area foyer. “They may think Eletra and Ras are in there with us. Or they activated the implants to try to figure out where they are.” Amena’s gaze went vague as s...
They hadn’t even asked about the MedSystem, or the medical equipment in the emergency kit. If I was a human and I had this thing jammed in me and I happened to run into a fully stocked medical suite to hide, it would have been at the top of my to-do list. “We have to get this thing out before it kills her, too.” Amena ...
Even I knew it was inaccurate. I also found it kind of boring, so I’d only watched it once. I held my hand out for the scalpel. Amena hesitated. Did she think I was going to kill Eletra? I’d put up with way more annoying humans, including some that she was related to. Then she handed the scalpel over, her expression a ...
In a supply cabinet I found a cover to put over him, but before I did I pulled down his jacket and shirt to look at his implant. It was on his shoulder blade, surrounded by damaged tissue, much thicker and more swollen than Eletra’s. I wondered if he had known it was there, at some point. If he had jabbed at his back w...
Amena stopped, the mask in her hand finally. She spat out a piece of plastic wrapper and demanded, “Did you get it turned on?” “No.” That was ART’s MedSystem, but without ART. Its reactivated feed said it was operating at factory standard. It could be one more weird anomaly in this unending cycle of what the fuck. Or i...
Amena glared, then eyed me speculatively. “Are you sure you’re not hurt? You did get shot in the head, again. And didn’t that gray person shoot you before you tore their lungs out?” I hadn’t felt any lungs while I was rummaging around in Target Two’s chest cavity, but I’m sure they were in there somewhere. “It was just...
By time stamp or degree of survivability?” Amena said in exasperation, “I mean what’s wrong with you!” There’s that question again, but I assumed she didn’t want to discuss the existential quandary posed by my entire existence. “I got hit on the head by an unidentified drone and shot, you were there!” “Not that! Why ar...
I needed to check Scout One’s data to see if I could tell where we were going in the wormhole and how long it would take us to get there. And it occurred to me there might not be a destination, if whatever was controlling ART’s functions knew I’d killed three Targets and had decided to revenge them by trapping us in th...
If a system won’t communicate with me, I can’t get inside it. And apparently targetControlSystem was operating as a single system. Stations and installations use multiple systems that work with each other as a safety feature. (Safety is relative.) I usually went in through a security system function and used it to get ...
Couldn’t anything be simple, just for once? I can fly low atmosphere craft but nobody ever thought it was remotely rational to give murderbots the modules on piloting transports. Wait, okay, there was a display with a schematic of ART’s hull, with a lot of moving wavy patterns around it that probably would make sense i...
We have them on some of our ships but I don’t know how common they are.” She admitted, “We might have them because our ships are an older design.” It wasn’t the kind of thing that would be needed on a bot-piloted transport, but it couldn’t hurt to check. My performance reliability had leveled out at 89 percent. Not gre...
(And it’s not like I ever find any relevant examples that I actually want to use.) I said, “I’m sorry for … being an asshole.” That made Amena make a noise like she was trying to express her sinuses and then she covered her face. “No. I mean, it’s all right. I haven’t exactly been nice to you, so we’re probably even.” ...
The way everything looks so normal. Like somebody could walk in any second. She wasn’t wrong. Except for those few cabins in the living quarters, I hadn’t seen any areas that were trashed, or where it looked like a struggle had occurred. Is there anything about this situation that isn’t creepy? Hah, she replied. If I t...
He didn’t like the way I did it. She sighed and rubbed at a dark stain on her shoe. He’s still getting over what happened with second mom getting abducted after her survey. Things like that don’t happen on Preservation. It was a big shock. And … maybe he’s a little jealous. She can talk to you about what happened to he...
But none of the things on the list would matter much if the targetControlSystem had sent us into the wormhole with no destination. I’d seen shows about humans and augmented humans trapped in wormholes indefinitely. They ranged from bleakly depressing (due to an excess of realism) to highly unlikely (due to an excess of...

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