"Uh, yeah, we tell it where to go. Usually, Jake Waffles or Mister - Jake. Usually Jake's at the controls." It's funny how the dead creep up like that, just little landmines when hidden in a perfectly innocent topic. But the rising bile recedes, and Robbie's distress is blinked away quickly.

"I haven't mastered the controls, but it doesn't matter. I don't think they made it functional here anyway. Too much risk of someone teleporting part of the habitat deck into deep space."

Everyone has teleporting mountain fortresses, right?