Swarm
“Even though I hadn’t called for a rescue purposefully, it came for me as soon as it knew I was in mortal danger. I had never given it any commands not to do so. I had not realized they were necessary. Now I knew that if I wanted my ship to keep out of any battle I was in, I would have to give it explicit orders to stay home. I wondered if the ship would listen to me. When it came to protecting command personnel, the ship wasn’t always obedient.
Take us back to base at Andros Island, I told the Alamo.
ETA: seven minutes.
“She just ignored my questions, everything,” complained Sandra. “I should get a ship of my own. One that will listen to me.”
I glanced at her. “You’re enough of a killer. Go for it.”
“You’re not smiling.”
“Fighting toe-to-toe with these machines and surviving the experience leaves a man appreciating the small joys in life. But we just got our asses kicked. These guns I put on the backs of two thousand fine soldiers just got them all slaughtered.”
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