I enter a corridor. It is a trap. I know it is, and they know that I know.
A quick scan revels nothing. There are no obvious explosives, no beams or triggers, nothing. Innocent.
I move slow, slow and methodical.
There is a book that talks about moving to blend in with nature so your footsteps cannot be detected, to mimic the wind across the sand. What can I mimic as I feel my way down the giant spaceship’s most important corridor? And yet I know my movements stay below that ½ decibel over background that is so important.
A door. Closed. Locked.
I know I can enter, but at what cost? I would lose time and make a racket.
I scan as well as possible, yet I can’t tell if the room behind is occupied, there isn’t enough data.
I think for a tenth of a nanosecond and move…
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