45: Piran
Piran
Piran let Ryann guide him while he concentrated on the Proteus.
In his mind—in his lattice, which amounted to the same thing—he swam through the craft’s system. He read data from the sensors, displayed it any way he wanted—visually, audibly, even haptically. Hell, he could feel the wind that blew against the hull as clear as he could the breeze brushing the side of his face.
But things got crazy when he dove into the code. He’d always focused on patterns, streaming data fast enough to blur the distracting details as a first pass. But now, when he did the usual with data from the Proteus, he couldn’t go fast enough.
Or something. It was hard to grasp, tricky to understand what was happening. The data swarmed by, and patterns rose. But at the same time, the code it
