the Rocinante, she let her mind drift, and nothing drifted back. No outside memories. No voices. No sense of looming invisible presence. “Naomi?” Alex called down. “I’m feeling weird up here.” “It’s gone. The hive mind. It’s gone.” “So it’s not just me?” Amos’ voice was calm and affable. “Nobody’s bumping into the back of my head either.” “He did it,” she said. “I think Jim did it.”
