Chapter 10When I buzzed Anson he wasworkingfeverishly on computers. Two beads of sweat trickled down hischeek.He grunted and groaned. Then grabbed a water bottle and took a longgulp. When he saw the screen with my smiling face he gave ahalf-nod.
“Major, we are carrying out yourorders,” he said.
“Thank you. I assume you are changingthe information our MITTs are carrying.”
“I am. I’m having other scientistsand the few military experts we have on board to help me. All themilitary information banks of our AIs will be totally changed. Ihopeour adversaries are not in the mood for specifics because we don’thave any. We only make mention in passing to our incrediblypowerfulweapons without giving any scientific verification or even anyhintsof how they work. But believe me, they will sound impres
