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shouted, “On.qu.nanmseven!”
    The robot let go. As I watched in horror, it shoved Ieeb to the floor, then marched toward her.
    She rose to her feet. “On.qu.hippoc.”
    The android slowed down because she had ordered several dendrites in its polymer hippocampus to shut off. After hesitating, the CR accelerated.
    Ieeb yanked a telescope off a stand and hit the robot’s leg. The android stumbled.
    Ieeb shouted, “Op.bridone. Take that, you bastard!”
    On the floor, a hatch opened, and air started rushing outside, pulling us toward the opening.
    Ieeb reached out, then grabbed the edge of an altimeter housing.
    The CR stood.
    Vren kicked its leg.
    The android stepped backward, trying to regain its balance.
    Ieeb yelled, “On.qu.nanmfour.”
    The robot staggered to the right because Ieeb’s command had shut off several nanomotors in its leg. Suddenly, the android was sucked outside!
    Ieeb announced, “Close.” The hatch closed.
    That reminded me of the asteroid hole. I looked toward it and saw Vren slapping a patch on it from a broken-open case nearby.
    Wanting to know where the ship was going, I looked out the cockpit window. At the same time, I shoved my hand through code. Em.air( ).
    Near the top of my screen, warning text flashed. Improper command. Need correct password.
    I shook my head, disgusted.
    Ieeb sat in the co-pilot’s chair, a nervous expression on her face. “The Ulthe use eighty to one hundred firewalls to protect their ship’s hard drive. You need a quantum computer to break through them.”
    I blinked. “My only quantum computer is on ST Seven.”
    Ieeb scowled. “There’s one alternative, but I’ll have to work fast.” She shoved her fingers through object code.
    Firew1.search( )
    Firew2.search( )
    Firew3.search( )
    Firew4.search( ).
    Outside the window, chunks of asteroids whizzed by.
    On my screen, warning text flashed. Starboard wing and engine three are malfunctioning.
    At the top of a monitor, I noticed that the starboard wing tip was gone, torn off. Sweat began pouring down my forehead. Even if we broke through the firewall, we couldn’t steer this space vessel.
    I paused as my stomach muscles tightened, scrambling for a solution. “It’s impossible to reach my ship with this one because there’s only one wing left. I need to find a space pod and fly back to ST Seven. After I reach my ship, I’ll head for this one, then dock on it. Can you at least slow this bastard down?”
    “I’ll try.” Ieeb rammed her trembling hand through floating 3D computer syntax. “There’s a one-seat pod in the room behind this one.”
    Vren, his eyes wide open, handed me a four-inch-long bolt with a coiled line attached to it. “Shoot the bolt into your ship’s hull and climb up the tether. The drawback is that the tether is only forty feet long.”
    I took it and nodded.
    Ieeb flinched, a terrified look on her face. “In about sixteen minutes, this craft will enter the asteroid field. We can’t help hitting something, and the ship will disintegrate.”
    I turned, then hurried toward the next room. In seconds, the torpedo shaped pod’s hatch opened, revealing a narrow compartment with a cushion for my chest, but no seat. I jumped inside and rested on my stomach. An inch above my head, beyond my peripheral vision, the hatch shut with a clunk. The craft shot into space, following a curved trajectory, bound for ST7, a barely visible silhouette in a sea of stars—but it grew rapidly closer.
    As my adrenaline pumped harder I said, “Op.ej.” The hatch came off. I raised my hand, then fired.
    The bolt hit the starboard side of my ship, close to the tail.
    I gripped the tether and climbed. Without warning, it swung behind ST7. As sweat tricked off my chin, I reached the ship and crawled past a vent. An asteroid pebble whizzed past my neck. I shoved my hand over a DNA sensor. A small emergency hatch opened, and I crawled inside ST7.
    After entering the bridge, I sat down and spoke into my