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Aleph didn’t listen to what the man said—another pompous arsehole spouting hot air—but as soon as his feed interrupted the system she tapped at her screens, set the vocal manipulator to gather data, called up routines she needed. And she tracked the signal.
It was crude, but effective, forcing its way into the Dome. Aleph read the stream of data, searching for tell-tale patterns. It looked like the message came from a short-range device outside the Dome. But when she called up data on the frame’s own system—anything passing through should register on this—Aleph found nothing. Didn’t mean there was nothing, but her routines were solid. She trusted them.
wasWhich meant the signal route was an illusion. Which indicated that the signal wasn’t as crude as it appeared.
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