Polity Agent

Blegg shrugged resignedly and disappeared.
Utterly connected and at one with the Heliotrope, as it rose from U-space into the real, Orlandine felt an amusement almost sublime. Her dreams provided her with clues, and her partial

Interface an idiot with an AI and you surely end up with decrease in overall intelligence.

Its chameleonware was better than anything she had seen, if that were not in itself illogical.

‘They carry grenades and will die rather than be captured,’ Scar informed him.
‘Problem?’ Thorn enquired.
‘It will wash off.’