"So, what do you think of my resume?" "It's impressive," he replied."So, what do you think of my resume?" "It's impressive," he replied. "What can you tell me about my ship?" "From the outside? It's functional. You've got a standard Terran model Voisma Jumpdrive, six Senoph-line fusion drives for in-system maneuver, and a standard Vienn statis net over the whole thing for emergency defense. Your guns are either IMI or Cloudrunners, I couldn't tell which with blast shields down. What have you got for power plants?" "Four Morrow Industries model fives," Patricia answered. "Four?" Dennielle asked. "That's quite a lot for a six-hundred ton starship, isn't it?" David shrugged. "I like having a lot of backup." "And what computer are you running?" "Hallmark 4000-bis plus." Dennielle paused for a second. "That's a bit unusual, but I think I can handle it. That's a Terran model." "Something wrong with that?" David asked. "Not at all. It just means I'm going to have to live without an AI for a little longer." David caught himself wondering what she looked like underneath the same jumpsuit that Patricia wore everyday and almost missed what she was saying. He heard Patricia ask Dennielle a question, but he ignored it; his mind was more occupied with guilt and anger at himself for thinking about either of them that way, and with frustration at not having a choice in the matter. |