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environmental controls, he might be able to find Nell and her feather-headed shadow. She had better damn well be alright.
    Keyes shuffled next to him. She fished in the data streams for a shuttle, pod or ship to aid their escape. “At least my translator program worked. Although, the Munician’s speech is very similar to English.”
    Groat swung his two right arms, knocking over an instrument table. “Great! It has reset to the beginning.”
    Probes, blades and magnifying glasses clattered across the floor.
    Bei turned his attention to his captors. Why such low technology on their prisoners? Was this normal, or did they consider him and his men more machine than Human?
    Mopus smoothed his hair out of his face. “What is your name?”
    Pixelated Rome made an obscene gesture. “Think this is their first interrogation?”
    Bei blinked. He seriously doubted it. But if ET wanted a robot, he’d give them one. Good thing he’d watched those video files with his wife. “My designation is one-eight-two.”
    Rome laughed. “That’s old law-enforcement code for a killing.” He pulled a blue ball of light from the data stream and juggled it. “I’m ready to release us.”
    Cyberspace Keyes shook her head. “I still haven’t found us an exfiltration route.”
    Mopus smiled, flashing elongated eyeteeth. “And the other two?”
    Bei allowed his body to relax onto the table, might as well conserve his strength and have a little fun at ET’s expense. “The female is Alpha-Sierra-Sierra-Hotel-Oscar-Lima-Echo.”
    Rome stopped laughing and lightning bolts zinged around his head. “Did you just call my wife an asshole?”
    “He called them assholes.” Keyes plucked two space vehicles from the data stream. She looked from the dart-shaped one to the smaller spherical one. “Besides, it’s a good test to see how much of ancient Earth culture they understand.”
    “Exactly. And since neither reacted to the insult, we can rule out any recent contact.” Bei caught the environmental controls and scanned for human bio-signatures. His heart kicked in his chest. Dammit, hundreds of humans packed the ship. And many were sick.
    Mopus’ eyes narrowed. “And the male?”
    Oops, Bei may have been quiet too long. ET was getting a bit suspicious. “His designation is five-one-five-zero.”
    “Damn right, I’m crazy.” Rome tossed the ball of code from hand to hand. “And they’re about to get two-hundred sixty pounds of it shoved up their asses.” He cocked his blond head to the side. “Do they even have asses?”
    Mopus pinched his pointy chin between elongated fingers. “Well, those won’t do at all.”
    Groat clenched his fists until his arm crackled. “Does that mean I can test them against my training?”
    Bei finished his scan. It didn’t return Nell’s signal. He hoped that meant she was safely on her way back to Terra Dos. But then his wife never did things the easy way. He called up his warrior subroutine. Bugman would get his wish. Keyes, I need that ship.
    She tossed the dart-shaped ship back into the stream. Next, she plotted a course from their current location in the middle of the craft to their escape vehicle on the outer fringes. This one will hold us. Have you found the Amarook and Nell?
    They’re not aboard. Rome, take the gurneys off-line.
    Gladly. Rome crushed the code in his hand until it dissolved in a burst of light.
    Bei lifted his arm an inch before it crashed back down. Rome?
    The security chief reached back into the data stream. Sorry, they have redundant systems.
    Mopus folded his arms over his chest and stepped back.
    Had they been tipped off to the Syn-En’s presence in their mainframe?
    “Wipe their current memory and insert the new program.” Mopus shook his head. “And for the Creator’s sake, give them more normal human names. It’s time for the testing to begin.”
    No! He would not be reprogrammed. Bei shunted all power reserves to his limbs. He yanked them up before the magnetic