“Coronade, Ondo? That again?”
Ondo considered her through his multiglasses, their intelligent lenses making his eyes bulge as they reshaped themselves from microscope mode. Refracted light from one of his laboratory"s trickling waterfalls sparkled in their glass.
“I told you it wasn"t a myth, however much Concordance might claim it was,” he said. “It existed and now we know how to get to it.”
They"d spent days picking over the fragmentary memories contained within the brain flecks of the dead crew-members of the unknown Alliance ship. Selene had worked until her own brain was exhausted, correlating scraps of data streaming through her augmentations, looking for patterns, picking out potential traces of useful information. The datastores they"d recovered had been badly degraded by thr
