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One cohts, and the vessel shifted out of acceleration y directly charged her own electro energy by firing it at the distant weapons launched by NASA six months before, on their own intercept course They were so far away, the camera eye of the ship couldn’t detect them, but Heather’s processor knew exactly where they would be in space and tagged thee them on their final course toward the battle She really did have the most important role in the battle, Tom realized

And then as they neared the Russo-Chinese shipyard, she shifted the pendulous weight of the vessel so they began to spiral toward the battle site, first large circles, then s down and down Her sensors began to read the shipyard, began to detect the incoan to cascade in to join the attack as well The shipyard rolled into sight as the asteroid it was carved into rotated toward thee as possible before I beco with her weapons at the shipyard, ht position--and the first Russo-Chinese autoeted her Heather had tih As her ship was blasted apart, the debris beca into the shipyard, er to see ht back out of it, back into the Spire’s processor core, and followed the pipeline of signals currently lighting up the Pentagonal Spire’s syste data back into the battle

And then with a jolt, he found hih the sensors of Elliot Ramirez’s ship Far away from the battle, still, and definitely too far to even pick anything up on his sensors

We’re a bit slower than the othersElliot was explaining to Wyatt as they rotated in large, languid loops toward the shipyard

Yeah That was a way of putting it How boring, being the rear

To his alarht, I’hting in the inner solar system

Tom leaped out of Elliot’s ship swiftly, back into the processor core, and ventured into the storain

This time, he found himself in Karl Marsters’s ship

Explosions are pretty, Karl was thinking as he spliced through the reactor core of the Russo-Chinese shipyard I like ht about what an idiot Karl was

Idiot? You’ll see an idiot when I beat your face in, Giuseppe! Now stop thinking You’re ruining ht at his Middle

Toh the stream of data away from Karl, back into his own body Much as he’d love tothrough the thought streaet there Automatic armaments, satellites, all that machinery not meant for a neural processor

Those machines accessible to his processor