The Sentinel loomed in my visor, the view artificially magnified due to the distance involved. Damn, it was creepy. It made my skin crawl to look at it. And it was huge. I knew from the Condor’s sensor data that this broken piece of a Sentinel was seventy eight kilometers across its long axis and almost thirty kilometers front to back. It was black, and it looked like a spider. No, like a cluster of spider legs, or the tentacles of an octopus; a really, really creepy scary octopus.
