‘She will contact you when she is well. For now, I am embedded among the Superiority, imitating her. Please do not give me away.’ ”
“Sounds like a reasonable response,” M-Bot said. “I will construct that message.”
I nodded, walking to the bed. I really needed some sleep, and yet when I thought about lying down, I realized that I wasn’t tired. So I settled into a chair beside the window instead and looked down the skyscraper-lined street of Starsight. I watched all those people out there move, flow. A million different goals. A million different jobs. A million creatures who saw me as one of the most dangerous things in the galaxy.
“M-Bot?” I asked. “Can you hear those people down below, on the street?”
“Not sure,” he said. “Um, that was a lie. I can totally hear them. How was my lie though?”
“Try not to tell people that you’re lying immediately after you do it. It ruins the effect.”
“Right. Okay. Then . . . Um, not sure.” He started humming.
“Could you maybe not practice your lying right now? It’s getting a little annoying.”
“Spensa,” he said. “You’re not supposed to like it when I lie. Right? How do you know when to do it and when not to?”
I sighed.
“All right, fine,” he said. “I have advanced surveillance equipment. From this height, I might be able to isolate audio from people on the street, though it’s no guarantee and will depend on interference. Why?”
“I just want to know what they talk about,” I said. “There aren’t any Krell raids for them to anticipate. Do they talk about manufactory jobs? About the humans? Maybe the delvers?”
“I’m scanning for a sampling,” M-Bot said. “It seems, for now, they talk about normal things. Picking their kids up from care centers. Ordering ingredients for dinner. The health and training of their pets.”
“Normal things,” I repeated. “Is all of that . . . normal?”
“That seems like it would depend on a large number of variables.”
I stared down, watching everyone move. The people walking past displayed that same lack of urgency I’d noticed when I’d first flown in. This place was busy, but only because there were so many pieces moving at once. Individually, it was peaceful. Normal?
No. I couldn’t believe it. This was the Superiority, the empire that had practically destroyed humankind. They were the ones who funded Winzik and his Krell domination of my people. These were the monsters I’d spent my life training to fight, the faceless creatures who had lurked in the sky, bombing our civilization centers and bringing us nearly to extinction.
Starsight was one of their primary trade and political hubs. This place had to be a front intended to make it seem like life in their empire was peaceful. How many of those people passing on the street were in the Superiority’s employ, directed to act innocent? It seemed so obvious, now that I thought about it. This was an act, a way to give outsiders a false impression of how great the empire was.
Well, I wouldn’t believe their lies of peace and prosperity. I’d seen how they treated the pilots at the test today. All those people on the street, they were culpable for what had been done to my father and my friends.
These weren’t just simple people, going about their simple lives. They were my enemies. We were at war.
“Spensa,” M-Bot said. “Not to be a nag, but it has currently been fifteen hours since you have slept and—as you’re adjusting to this station’s sleep cycle—I recorded only four hours of actually restful sleep for you last night.”
“Yeah, so?” I snapped.
“You get cranky if you don’t sleep.”
“No I don’t.”
“Do you mind if I record your tone for later, to use as evidence against you in a future disagreement?”
Scud. Arguing with a machine was an unreal level of frustrating. He was probably right, but I also knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep if I tried. For reasons that he, no matter how smart, would never be able to understand.
Instead, I changed into the generic work jumpsuit that had arrived in that bundle of clothes I’d ordered, and went back up to the rooftop. The jumpsuit felt like a flight suit—thick, canvaslike material with a fit that was snug, but not too tight. Comfortable, utilitarian clothing. The best kind.
“Spensa?” M-Bot said as I walked over to the ship. “You’re not going to get yourself into trouble somehow, are you? We aren’t flying off to—”
“Relax,” I said. “We can’t let their ground crews get