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Quill sits alone in his apartment. Holomonitors surround him, displaying real-time code output from his computer arrays. The room is dark, aside from the monitors. He begins by checking his firewalls. Then his proxies. Then firewalls on his proxies. This goes on through several layers of proxies. Next is the anti-tracking software. All data gets…
The news on the holovid tonight seems focused on the wreckage of a freighter in the Everglades and speculation that a Texan terrorist organization was responsible for sabotaging the ship. Maxwell comes wandering into the bar, and pauses halfway to his usual spot when he sees the news. “…wouldn’t surprise me, those nuts.” A red-haired…
“If you could just wait here in the lounge, Mr. Truman, someone from the Vanguard should arrive to summon you when the time comes,” says a female adjutant as she waves through the entrance toward the bar proper. Billy Truman nods, then wanders into the lounge. Kinako looks up from her datapad at the word…
Quill nods his head at Rodger, “Sure. Can’t count on AI all the time. Human enhancement, intuition sharpened by data. I’m not a doctor, but all that information is out there. And someone with the training who uses the data, the technology, will be lightyears beyond. Look at the work of Dr. Kumari in New…