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Warner was supposed to be dead because I was supposed to have shot him but no one supposed I’d need to know how to fire a gun so now I suppose he’s

Its third longest tentacle twitched. Yorrik noticed and tried not to read anything into it. It was always very hard to remember that other species did not encode their every gesture with vast banks of personal information. On an elcor, that tiny movement would have meant: You’re an idiot, I hate you, and if there were any justice in the universe, I would be in command of this entire vessel. But sometimes a tentacle was just a tentacle.

Anax Therion narrowed her huge reptilian eyes. There was an old human folktale involving a feline owned by someone by the unlikely name of Schrödinger. This feline was locked inside a sealed box with no entrance or exit. In the folktale, an impossible riddle was asked of the hero: Can you tell whether this feline is alive or dead without breaking the box? Anax had always liked humans. They thought everything was impossible. But the riddle was only a riddle for organics. For a computer, it was as easy as activating internal sensors.