the smuggler’s bible


Eiko instructs the computer to gate all communication, limiting responses to automatic station conveyance systems and scrubbing their handshakes of anything one could consider a frivolous identifying marker.

The strategy—despite resembling a generalized, panicked retreat from perceived observation—hinges on the assumption that anyone looking for her doesn’t yet know where she is.

They wait until just before she’s cleared Zahr Station’s tightbeam boundary, the astronomical equivalent of a dark alley.

The message is mostly boilerplate. A standard halt-and-identify request with all the right priorities. Highly (in fact, pathologically) suspicious of the bureaucratic approach, Eiko instead hits the gas.