Once again, the Radiant Dragon struggled against Selene"s navigational inputs as she attempted to steer it along the complex path through Dead Space. It felt like multiple personalities were warring inside the ship"s Mind, some friendly to her, others hostile. She flew manually, not trusting the ship to obey the course if she laid it all in beforehand, fearing the ship might simply refuse to fly, or steer them into a star rather than face the pain of repeating the journey to the Depository.
So far, the navigational controls were more-or-less responding, but with each jump she sensed more resistance from the ship, a swelling reaction that was something like anger and something like fear. She was forcing the ship to take a series of actions that went fundamentally against its nature, and t
