[Retrospectively, this place was nothing like the Von Braun, the Rickenbacker - not even like Citadel Station. They had all been unforgiving, hunks of metal floating in the dead of space, cold and impersonal ( Read more... )

[Cruising, carousing, slinking through the underbrush: the AI spread herself thin, only to follow her nose. She had one of those. It is an aristocratic, glorious slope and she is capable of detecting odors with great ease ( Read more... )

[ There is something to be said about not knowing where one is. More accurately, that something said is often sound quietly, smattered with profanities uttered under one's breath. Profanities, however, are beneath Shodan. It is not without her nature to drop the 'F' bomb, as it were ( Read more... )