the smuggler’s bible


The first layer breaks in half at the point of contact, toppling backwards to puncture the second layer with a particulary jagged section of shattered data. Boone watches the outer shell unzip itself in a matter of moments.

“Sort of seems unsporting.”

“Please confirm operational step down,” the AI cutter says.

“No, honey, you’re doing great.” Boone nudges the program onward from his terminal. “But something is reading pretty hazy up ahead. Might be they actually have a big dog guarding this junk heap.”

“Negative.” The cutter jags through layer three without a ripple. “Oppositional threat assessment indicates weak shit.”