"Yeah, AI can be unpredictable," Deunan agreed, pointing at the ceiling to indicate Stacy. "Our central planning computer almost destroyed the city once because it interpreted its directives too rigidly." She shrugged. "Better than not having it, though."

She stopped her search for a screwdriver and leaned in over Sylia's hardsuit. "Civilian? You with a PMC*?" Deunan eyed her with a hint of suspicion. It didn't really matter here, but Deunan was a cop, and didn't trust guns for hire.

*Private Military Corporation, aka mercenaries.