I said, “No. It’s not like that. Not like it is between humans.” Ratthi was still skeptical. “Is it? The Transport seems to think differently.” I said, “The Transport doesn’t know what the hell it’s talking about, plus it lies a lot, and it’s mean.” A minute, undetectable in the range of human eyesight, fluctuation in the lights told me ART had heard that. “Why do you call it ART?” Amena asked. “It said its name was Perihelion.” I told her, “It’s an anagram. It stands for Asshole Research Transport.” Amena blinked. “That’s not an anagram.” “Whatever.” Human words, there’s too many of them, and
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