Chapter Ten
THE AMOUNT OF INFORMATION available to an engineer who knew how to look was staggering. Since the ability to communicate with the world outside the ship was limited, long distance cruisers were treasure-troves of encyclopedic knowledge. When mixed with a haphazard grasp of ethics, Inrit was able to gather almost all of the information she needed.
Some might have called it a gross invasion of privacy for her to access Max’s personnel file. She called it shoddy information security. If he got mad, she’d apologize. But it didn’t matter if he ended up hating her.
She couldn’t let him die.
If Inrit was right, the problem with Max was simple and easily fixable. She had the skills to do it, though a doctor versed in cybernetics would be the better choice. A deep well of anger had
