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earplug’s mouthpiece, “Vren, Ieeb, I made it.”
    Ieeb shouted, “Wow, I didn’t think you would!”
    I murmured quietly, “Neither did I, frankly.”
    I held my hand over computer syntax, and the ship veered starboard, bound for the Ulthe craft. In the corner of the screen, ST7 docked on the craft.
    Outside, the flood of stones grew thicker.
    Close to the edge of a monitor, the passenger compartment hatch opened. Everyone but Tayt climbed inside my ship.
    I shouted, “Vren, I’m going to undock now! Otherwise, ST Seven will smash into the asteroid field.” My ship lurched forward, away from the Ulthe craft.
    Vren bellowed, “Tayt just slipped! She’s still inside the other ship. I’ll have to go back and get her.” Near the bottom of a beige screen, he attached a tether to his belt, shoved the other end into a wall-mounted-bracket, then leaped outside.
    Near the corner of a tan screen, inside the Ulthe vessel’s open hatch, Tayt stuck out her hand, and yelled into her microphone. “Don’t leave me behind!”
    Vren removed a short line from his belt and handed one end to Tayt.
    She tied it around her waist and grabbed the line.
    Vren started up his tether, Tayt a few feet behind, dangling.
    The Ulthe craft smashed head-on into a boulder-sized asteroid and broke apart.
    Tayt screamed, “We’re going to die!”
    Vren crawled inside the passenger compartment, then pulled Tayt inside. As she began crying, the hatch closed.
    I stuck my hand inside object syntax. ST7 veered port. At the top of a yellow screen, its belly barely missed asteroid pebbles.
    “Astounding!” Dr. Tria blurted, his voice coming out of my earplugs.
     

Chapter Eleven
     
     
    Vren entered the bridge and sat down. “Jason, I found Hast’s tablet and exported all the passenger’s money back into their databases.”
    “Good job. How much money was left on Hast’s tablet?”
    “Two cents. He was either penniless or any other funds were stored on the other Ulthe tablets.”
    “He could have put them on a server. Who knows?”
    Vren, an odd look on his face, paused for a moment. “By the way, I’ve heard stories about men who tried to steer single-occupancy emergency pods toward ships. None of them made it, because they didn’t create the proper vectors. You’re either the best pilot I’ve ever seen or you’re a new generation NOP.”
    “I’m an independent C clone, not an NOP .” While I was on Icir, a Mlaan woman had told me about the NOP, nanorobot prototypes, androids with muscles filled with nanites, eight-legged devices, microscopic machines that shared information via wireless networks, enabling the NOP to walk, sit, talk and stand. There was a problem. Many NOP broke down six months after they were created.
    “Wow! Years ago, an Aito mapmaker told me about the C’s. But all of them work for OTA. OTA interstellar craft never come to Pl Five, its moons, Icir, its moons, Danig or D Twenty-Four. What the hell are you doing here?”
    “I’ll tell you about it some other time.”
    “I don’t think we’ll have any serious problems reaching Danig, because you can anticipate them.”
    “Nobody’s that smart. It’s always best to be careful. But what happened to the ships that those emergency pods escaped from? Did they all crash?” I glanced at him, curious.
    “All of them crashed. I’ll tell you about a couple. The Ode, an Aito Series One vessel, was bound for Yeela, one of Icir’s moons. When it was halfway there, one of its engines overheated. A few seconds later, before the vessel blew up, a member of the crew, a man named Deym, jumped into a pod, and it ejected.
    “Although others ejected, the explosion destroyed their pods because they were too close to the Ode. Anyway, he put in the wrong coordinates, and missed The Naarn, a rescue craft.”
    “Couldn’t the Naarn get to him in time?”
    “No. He ran out of air and died two minutes before they reached him.”
    “What about the other ship?”
    “The