If the other thirds could be certified, the crew of the Out of Band might not come away empty-handed. "In -- in fact, there may be a way we can get full certification. True, we were at Straumli Main, but --" "How long ago did you leave?" "Six hundred and fifty hours ago. About two hundred hours after they dropped off the Net." It suddenly dawned on Ravna that she was talking to something like eyewitnesses. After thirty days, the Threats news was still dominated by the events at Straum. The consensus was that a Class Two perversion had been created -- even Vrinimi Org believed that. Yet it was still mainly guesswork.... And here she was talking to beings who had actually been there. "You don't think the Straumers created a perversion?" It was Blueshell who replied. "Sigh," he said. "Our certificants deny it, but I see a problem of conscience here. We did witness strangeness on Straum.... Have you ever encountered artificial immune systems? The ones that work in the Middle Beyond are more trouble than they're worth, so perhaps not. I noticed a real change in certain officers of the Crypto Authority right after the Straumli victory. It was as if they were suddenly part of a poorly calibrated automation, as if they were somebody's,
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10 Back & Biceps, it was a reasonable question. Ravna kept her mouth shut. The Skroderider's very alienness might be more convincing to Pham than another lecture from her. Blueshell dithered for a moment, no doubt using his skrode to help assemble his arguments. When he finally spoke, he didn't seem irritated by the interruption. "I hear several misconceptions, My Lady Pham." He seemed to use the old Nyjoran honorific pretty indiscriminately. "Have you been into the archive at Relay?" Pham said yes. Ravna guessed he'd never been past the beginners' front end. "Then you know that an archive is a fundamentally vaster thing than the database on a conventional local net. For practical purposes the big ones can't even be duplicated. The major archives go back millions of years,
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