The ship was uncrewed and chose not to use an avatar or drone to communicate. It just spoke to Quilan out of thin air, and carried out mundane house-keeping duties by creating internal maniple fields, so that clothes, for example, just floated around, seeming to clean and fold and sort and store themselves. ∼ It’s like living in a fucking haunted house, Huyler said. ∼ Good job neither of us is superstitious.
