“That Aivatar probably scanned me,” Gracie said tensely, walking a few yards into the large empty gray cubical room.
“The Programmer might not even be here. They try to get in here, we’ll have plenty of warning. Besides, there were birds up in the rafters, probably Ravens. This place is crawling with Aivatars. If they had any sense of human social interaction I’d say there were probably Doppelgangers dancing in the crowd.” Xyl looked up and around, then triggered her nanobot interface and loaded up NetEdit. Gracie stood watching, plainly worried, as two large masses of gelfoam appeared. The walls and floor flickered and vanished. They were suddenly standing on the lunarlike surface of a planetoid. Above and all around other asteroids floated in weightless spinning orbit. The overwhelming
