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any good, sir, he's just the host."
    Barrin nodded.
"A host who managed to free himself from his control unit and live
like a human for many months. I think we could learn from him."
    "I disagree.
The host brain was not designed for independent thought."
    "Yet, from
watching his memory recordings, we've all seen that he's fully
capable of it."
    "Even so, what
do you hope to learn from him?" Grundel asked.
    "How he got
free, for one thing."
    "We know that.
The control unit was damaged in a high velocity impact."
    "The first
time,” Barrin agreed. “What about the second time?"
    "Under the
direction of his owner, he kidnapped a Myon Two director and forced
him to remove the software patch that reinstated the cyber's
control."
    "How did his
owner know to do that?"
    Grundel
shrugged. "Not a hard thing to work out. The only way to hack a
cyber is to get a technician who has the codes."
    "I still want
to talk to him."
    "Sir,
releasing him from the paralysis would be extremely dangerous, even
with restraints. I won't authorise it."
    "You can't
keep him paralysed for three months, and that's how long it's going
to take us to reach Myon Two," Barrin said.
    "I plan to put
him into cold sleep."
    "How will you
do that without the cyber to control his metabolism?"
    Grundel
frowned. "I'm working on that."
    "And if you
can't?"
    "Then we'll
have to let the paralysing agent wear off."
    Barrin nodded.
"I can wait. I don't think you're going to be able to fix him on
your own."
    Grundel turned
back to his equipment, scrutinising the spiky lines on a
screen.
    Barrin leant
closer. "What are you doing now?"
    "Studying his
brain waves."
    "Looks pretty
active."
    "Yeah, he's
wide awake, and listening to us. This is so abnormal, it's freaky.
His brain waves should be almost non-existent, less than a sleeping
person's."
    "Are these
like a normal person's?"
    "Yeah."
    The commander
straightened. "Let me know when you plan to release him."
    "I don't."
     
    ****
     
    "We've entered
the corridor, My Lord," Shrain informed Fairen. "Do you wish to
hail the Trykon ship?"
    Fairen turned
from his perusal of the light-filled screens. "Yes. Tell them to
take their solar wings offline so we can capture them, then bring
them to a docking port. Tell them I wish to speak to Sabre."
    Shrain spoke
into his com-link and waited for the reply, then looked up at
Fairen. "They say Commander Sabre is not on board, My Lord. He was
captured by two Myon Two enforcer ships, one of which the Trykons
destroyed. They don't know if he was aboard it."
    "Well that was
bloody clever of them,” Fairen muttered. “When they're docked, have
Tassin Alrade and the technician Tarl brought aboard, and then
release the Trykons."
    "Yes, My
Lord." Shrain spoke into the com-link again.
    Fairen gazed
out of the screens, frowning. The only way the enforcers could have
captured Sabre without defeating and boarding the Trykon warship
was if they had transferred him, and that technology belonged
exclusively to the Overlords. If the enforcers had it, an Overlord
had given it to them, and he knew of only one Overlord who would do
that. The one who wanted Sabre dead at any price, it seemed. He
pondered the ramifications of Ramadaus helping the enforcers now,
since he had discovered the folly of trying to kill Sabre himself.
Giving away Overlord technology was also forbidden and Ramadaus
knew it. Fairen would have to forbid the enforcers to ever use it
again, but so far Myon Two had proven rebellious. If they continued
to use it, there would be a vote amongst all the Overlords to lay
down a unanimous decree, which, if broken, would result in the
destruction of Myon Two. They would not dare to disobey. At least
then they would not be able to use it to snatch Sabre again.
    The Scorpion
Ship sailed the photon corridor on mammoth solar wings, its size
such that it spanned the entire corridor. Fairen hardly ever used
photon travel, since he could translocate, and a ship this size,
home to over one hundred and