"Stop touching it," says Handler Mira. She doesn't look up from her data-slate. Her prosthetic arm whirs as she taps a calibration command. "The neuro-link hasn't stabilized. You sneeze in that cockpit, the IFF system flags you as hostile, and the point-defense lasers turn you into a fine red mist."
"That's… specific," Kaelen says.
A ghost in the machine.
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Let the hunt begin.