Her temples throbbed and Nina gritted her teeth as she ran through the calculations one more time. Garbage in, garbage out. GIGO. The pre-AI processor onboard the ancient cargo ship would run the code exactly as programmed and she couldn’t take any chances with this vessel. Not that she ever did. Not anymore.

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