“I wish I could see it,” Eight Antidote told her, knowing he sounded like a kid, asking for things he couldn’t have, and not being able to help himself from doing it. “The war?” asked the Minister. Eight Antidote had meant the simulation he’d just designed. But—“Yes,” he said. “Can’t let you go out there; there’s only the one of you, and Her Brilliance would be pissed at me.” “How about here?” he asked. “I can see a lot from right here next to you.” “You are a nasty little viper,” said Three Azimuth, and actually ruffled his hair. Her hand was warm and calloused and entirely surprising. “How
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