33: Piran
Piran
Casey didn’t say much beyond a brief ‘hello’. She sat in her normal chair, sipping the drink Piran had got for her. She watched him work.
It couldn’t’ve been that interesting. Sure, he had data on the terminals on the desk—always worked better with some external—but most of it went on inside. And if he’d transferred his lens images to the terminals, data would’ve been flying past too fast for her to parse.
Although she might’ve caught some of the patterns. Wasn’t too hard to see them, not in this section of the coding.
“What are you working on?” she asked eventually.
“Checking some of the Pandora routines.”
She tilted her head. “I thought you were supposed to be working on the signal.”
“I am. I’m looking for similarities and differences. I want to understand how
