\u201cYour handler?\u201d Thorne\u2019s voice still held that strange lethargy. \u201cYour Canary? Cy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Drace nodded. \u201cNone for us. They're dense. Always looking down their nose. See, this\u2026\u201d He pushed the spike slightly further. A schematic of a derelict artificial structure popped into existence before their eyes, tagged with coordinates and deep-space parsecs, showing a weak energy signature far from known habitations. \u201c\u2026this is our prize.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRelict? Bronze age space-criticality?\u201d Thorne tried to keep his voice steady.<\/p>\n
\u201cThink dopamine spike civilization. Gigavolts of pure integration prototype power. Lost, apparently harmless. Mining makes money. Confirming.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201d Harmless? Looks like a dreaming butterfly about to strike you on the chin, Director,\u201d the teasing underscored the danger. He knew the Canaries \u2013 dangerous, ill-disciplined, often making mistakes, but also smart. This deep-space structure? Too far, too risky, funding unavailable for unproven ventures. A Canary bait? Or bait for someone Drace thought he could manipulate?<\/p>\n
\u201cInvalid assumption. Requires validation. That's what you're good for,\u201d Drace's voice hardened. \u201cBreaking the decryption protocols shut down autonomously after your initial probe. Too broad. Secured immediate notice. It\u2019s\u2026 confirmation we needed. Taking out the element of surprise.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thorne thought back. Since his miss-firing Canary handlers. Since the penalties for crossing Drace, possessing a Pisces Neo-Ruler faction connection. He was cleaner than Cy\u2019s chancers, trapped cleaner.<\/p>\n
\u201cLogic bypass attempts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMultiple. Standard walk-throughs clear the encryption barrier, yes. Raw data dump reveals a primitive but potentially useful power matrix. Scalable.\u201d Drace peered closer, almost lost under the cap. A genuine study.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour opinion?\u201d Thorne\u2019s choice of words was nearly casual.<\/p>\n
\u201cA positive synergy. Scalable power?\u201d He waved a dismissive hand. \u201cFew places dislike surprise. Few systems, if powerful enough, resist the impulse. It's\u2026 about final momentum.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thorne followed the pointer, his eyes drawn to the quantum subspace map. A green star blazed, corrupting nearby blue vectors.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt,\u201d Drace stated the obvious, \u201crequires a first strike. Security check point clearance, power matrix extraction, modification, boot-up. Directed energy, efficient controls.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStandard spectre protocol,\u201d Thorne nodded negatively. \u201cRight? Extraction without<\/em> implications for source.\u201d His breaking point often occurred calculating the cost of a mistake in microseconds. Drace presented a profitable, controlled mistake.<\/p>\n \u201cExactly,\u201d Drace confirmed, the barely concealed grudge making his voice sharp. \u201cHand it to us, Thorne, and we remove the minor inconvenience of your potential commitment to the 'Canaries' little pet project. Or,\u201d a subtle hand signal from his cowl operator hidden by the broad shoulders, \u201cyou walk.\u201d<\/p>\n Thorne reached. His fingers brushed the uncontrolled micro-burst that leapt from the Director\u2019s personal chronal disruptor salvo. It slammed into his chest, shorting his suit temporarily, sending a jolt that made him gasp. He was flung clear, landing hard on cracked durocrete, spitting excessive gamma-particle induced static from his mouth. Internal sensors instantly detected the disruption. \u201cMaximum overload on comm link bypass,\u201d an automated bio-alert screamed over his neural net.<\/p>\n Drace allowed the personal threat to pass without visible reaction. Thorne scrambled up, quicker. Renewed internal panic pulsed through his synthbio matrix. He activated his pulse pistol. Not half a second after he fired, for guided system upload onto Drace\u2019s interface, the Director himself triggered a power shield. The shot pinged harmlessly off a raised shield field that bloomed visibly for a split second around Drace, filling the viewport with a shimmering blue-white distortion.<\/p>\n Thorne felt the shock in his muscles. Everyone but probably Drace reacted to the electric pulse running up the shielding snares. Drace pushed the button again, instantly recalibrating his own fire control. Thorne realized he was bleeding from multiple minor ruptures, probably in the scalar wall guard integrity. Unpalatable.<\/p>\n He fired again, twice, rapidly. Both nullified by quick shield overload counter-strike pulses from Drace\u2019s built-in weapon emitters, barely milliseconds apart. Thorne staggered back, feeling the beginnings of synching override headaches and a rapid rise in stress hormones. He needed data feeds, telemetry, better.<\/p>\n \u201cAggression,\u201d Drace\u2019s synthesized voice ceased its threat-song for a moment, \u201cis a temporary means to an end. Persistence relies on understanding.\u201d Lights sparked along Drace\u2019s visor. \u201cDid you intend to compromise security protocols with your personal weapons?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFine words, Director. But enforce them on probabilities\u2026\u201d Thorne ducked and fired blindly as he ran towards one of the vent alcoves stretching deep into the station\u2019s layers, the plasma vent section far below providing a dark illustrative backdrop. \u201cOr on processes. You deny any operation here? You suppress your Canary finds?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI fundamentalize<\/em> them. My Canary is delivered incomplete. Or\u2026\u201d His voice remained level, seemingly a clinical observation. \u201cStatus clarification: as of this moment, targeting sequence one is void. Only project retrieval remains.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201d Guaranteed?\u201d Thorne was running.<\/p>\n \u201cDependable,\u201d Drace agreed. Thorne heard the heavy tread getting closer. To Drace\u2019s credit, the Director didn't advance immediately. A small, unhelpful data packet about station clearance chime-scheme malfunctioned across their partially rerouted channels. Confusion. The best moment. He tried to clamp onto his shield emitter. Eject the spike. Nothing. It was already bypassed.<\/p>\n Another shot hit him in the heel, stinging sharply. Pain reminded him he was human. He kept running.<\/p>\n He ducked into the ventilation shaft. The confined tube had limits. He couldn\u2019t fit via auxiliary conduit. T-Socket needs? Ivan probably would have the welded-in terminal plugs. Or maybe not. Ivan was a mechanic who managed to build communications networks out of Pringles cans back on the ioncruiser.<\/p>\n The Source<\/strong>...check out the great article that inspired this amazing short story: Essential Foods to Eat for Achieving Under 10% Body Fat Effectively<\/a><\/p>\n
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