47: Piran
Piran
The code morphed.
“How the hell’s it doing that?”
Piran called up his records and compared, before and after. Yeah, definitely a change. Wasn’t anything major, but there was a reconfigured subroutine, deep in one of those dark patches of the gate’s code.
But this was only a copy. This was what he’d pulled from the gate, through Casey. It shouldn’t be possible for it to change like this.
No. Not change. It was b****y re-writing itself.
He scratched his chin—hated stubble like this, but if he left it a couple of days the itch would go away. Only other option was to shave, and he didn’t have time for that. Not when there were problems to solve.
“What’s causing the re-code? Has to be something in the code itself, right? But I’ve gone over everything. Chimera subs can
