A thought struck her as she spoke. She stood, alarm fizzing though her. So much for relaxing in the safety of the Refuge. An image of the galaxy as she"d once imagined it came to her: a galaxy teeming with countless comms flows; lines unnumbered like thoughts and memories flashing through a brain.
Ondo looked alarmed. “What is it?”
“We need to leave.”
“What? Why?”
“I should never have brought Malleus here. You read it: trillions of comms endpoints. Why would you need so many? We"ve always known Concordance have a transgalactic communication network that"s quicker than ours; it"s one reason they appear to have knowledge of events they shouldn"t. But we always assumed they needed hardware on the scale of a Cathedral ship to make it work. We assume the bugs we obsessively scan for req
