Stanton turned and looked out through the gap in the rusting cargo shell at the light of the just-risen sun. Three hours they had been in here. He studied Svent and Dusache. Dusache supposedly didn’t like this sort of thing, yet he seemed as avid as Svent and Pelter. Corlackis had, some time ago, suggested someone should keep watch and had gone to do so himself. Stanton looked back at Pelter.

‘You’ve had all you can out of him. He’s got nothing else to say.’

‘I won’t know that, John, until I’ve tortured him to death,’ Pelter replied.

Stanton saw that the man had heard, and saw the look of terror in his face.

‘He’ll only start making it up if you carry on,’ he said.

Pelter just stared at Stanton for a long moment. ‘All right,’ he eventually said, ‘I’ll kill him.’ As he said this he held up the nerve-inducer and clicked the switch. He gave a dead smile, then stooped down and pressed the inducer against the man’s stomach. He was still screaming by the time Stanton had walked out to join Corlackis.

‘He’s not giving him time to answer questions,’ Corlackis said.

‘He doesn’t want answers. He’s just killing him with the nerve-inducer.’

‘That’s just a bit sick,’ said Corlackis.

Stanton moved away. He thought of Corlackis describing his homicidal brother as ‘not so bad’, and he thought of what Pelter was doing, and he wondered if just maybe he was getting a little sick himself.

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Nanomachines: Very small machines constructed molecule by molecule for a specific purpose. Usually these are self-replicating and not liable to any form of mutation. Usually they can only work in specific environments. They are not the solve-all people once thought they were to be, because vast amounts of processing power is required for the design of even the simplest. At least, this is what we are told. One does wonder if this is a science being kept under very firm control, because of its endless possibilities. Such wonders as nanomycelia and nanofactories have long been discussed. It is doubtful that they as yet exist.

From Quince Guide, compiled by humans

The shuttle bucked as it hit turbulence and a hail of black crystals hissed across the screen. Cormac was not too worried, but it was disconcerting to be sitting in a hemisphere of chainglass at the front of a nacelle. The flying wing was without a central body and this positioning seemed to imply indirect control of the craft, rather as if it was being shepherded. Moreover, there was an awful lot of empty space below Cormac’s feet.

‘One hundred and fifty kilometre winds, up here,’ Jane observed.

‘Should be no problem with dispersal then,’ said Cormac and peered out at the gleaming noses of the pods distributed along the wing. Each was merely an aerodynamic cover and heating unit for the spray heads inside.