The Omnicom system was like a plaything to the scraggly genius—designed by human hands no less complex than the ones that put together basic relay boards and microprocessors, they were far easier for him to understand than Stacy’s complex mass of biological datapads and constantly shifting codes. He’d had some fun sneaking his way around various locked entries when he found the time, but it quickly became boring, and thus, no longer his primary interest.
That is, until he found a firewall that gave him some trouble.
He’d never met Indigo before, at least not that he remembered—something told him that a genius of such caliber would be easier to recognize—but her work impressed him and gave him a good enough challenge to be interested in whatever was important enough for her to be guarding. He was mildly disappointed when he traced the message back to a basic-lock entry introducing the idea full of concerned whining from Kirk and others about bodies. Ethics. They were none of Dustin’s concern.
Regardless, it all seemed like something that was worth his time. If he was lucky then the Spacewalk, already fragile, would collapse and offer him parts for his newest projects. He’d never used biological metals, they would be fascinating to study in detail…
The man had something cradled under his arm. It was a big something; but from his partially hidden angle around the bend, it was difficult to tell what it was. Keeping that out of sight would make it easier for Dustin to feign ignorance—which he did with much bravado.
“I notice we’re not being sucked into the vacuum of space,” he said blandly, addressing nobody in particular.
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The Omnicom system was like a plaything to the scraggly genius—designed by human hands no less complex than the ones that put together basic relay boards and microprocessors, they were far easier for him to understand than Stacy’s complex mass of biological datapads and constantly shifting codes. He’d had some fun sneaking his way around various locked entries when he found the time, but it quickly became boring, and thus, no longer his primary interest.
That is, until he found a firewall that gave him some trouble.
He’d never met Indigo before, at least not that he remembered—something told him that a genius of such caliber would be easier to recognize—but her work impressed him and gave him a good enough challenge to be interested in whatever was important enough for her to be guarding. He was mildly disappointed when he traced the message back to a basic-lock entry introducing the idea full of concerned whining from Kirk and others about bodies. Ethics. They were none of Dustin’s concern.
Regardless, it all seemed like something that was worth his time. If he was lucky then the Spacewalk, already fragile, would collapse and offer him parts for his newest projects. He’d never used biological metals, they would be fascinating to study in detail…
The man had something cradled under his arm. It was a big something; but from his partially hidden angle around the bend, it was difficult to tell what it was. Keeping that out of sight would make it easier for Dustin to feign ignorance—which he did with much bravado.
“I notice we’re not being sucked into the vacuum of space,” he said blandly, addressing nobody in particular.