*Pr–Sh–Error. Reindexing.*
*No threat.*
The computer’s voice came from nowhere, but just leapt into Allela’s eardrums fully formed. It sent a shiver down her back. She looked at Lukas. “Damn it, would you stop that?”
Lukas was hunched over the console, paying no attention to her. She couldn’t tell why, but his customary arrogance seemed to have magnified itself in the past few minutes. He didn’t acknowledge her.
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