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The engine, as you would expect, was one of Poole’s own designs. “Hey!Shrimp!”* * *“Éfeso, Esmirna, Pérgamo, Tiatira,” the Russian was reciting, from his perch on top of the pilothouse. It took a few moments for it all to click in. He chose it.

* * *For a long time Victor stared after her. Something like a claw, or a huge version of Miriam’s manipulator arm, was working at the hull, widening the breach. Suddenly, he slumped. It’s a woman and she’s fast.