Tamara nodded. She grabbed for her tablet, so I passed it over. Cradling it in her lap alongside her injured arm, she tapped a few screens and then began to draw. “Here,” she said. “This is the ship.”

She’d drawn a shape like a wagon-wheel, immediately recognizable as the Nameless. It was even a little lopsided on one side, like the Nameless. I couldn’t tell whether that was intentional, or Lantern-Eyes was a bad artist.

“The airlock where you both landed is here.” Tamara marked an X on the outer part of the ship, which sort of answered my question about whether she was a good artist or not. “You wandered around, blew out the hull, ran from species 019, et cetera,” she drew a squiggly, tortured line in the same general area of the ship, zigging and zagging and looping in on itself, “and ended up here.”

She terminated the path in another little X, depressingly close to the first X.

“We did all right,” I said.

“The even-numbered labs are here,” she said, and circled an area that we had already passed through, in the midst of all that squiggly back and forth. “The odd-numbered labs are here.”

She moved her finger across the ship, on the opposite side of the wheel, far, far away from our current X, and drew another circle, bigger than the first. Right: she’d said she and her crew hadn’t fully explored that section of the ship.

“Mara Zhu’s office is over here,” she added, as an aside, and drew another little circle with MA inscribed about halfway between our landing point and the odd-numbered labs.

“This ship is huge,” Tamara said. “You know how far you’ve travelled these past few days, and you haven’t gotten out of the same quadrant. You were doubling back a lot, but still. We can travel through the ship the way it was built to be traveled, along the wheel,” and she drew a dotted line following the curve of the wheel around to the opposite side, “but that will be slow, long, and dangerous. If species 019 or the Dreamer don’t kill us, the supernova probably will.”

Indigo said, “Why do you call the computer the Dreamer?”

“It’s an Autorepair AI. Deep learning. You know, dream-logic.”

“Obsolete technology,” Indigo observed.

“It functions,” Tamara said, but there was a darkness to her tone. “It’s repairing what it can, but it’s been a thousand years. It’s running out of resources and its idea of what needs fixing can be a little irrational. Mostly, it leaves everyone alone, unless it decides that they threaten the ship.”

I remembered miniscule buzzing crawling things with razor edges, trying to crawl into my eyes, the seam of my shut mouth. “The Dreamer didn’t leave us alone. Does it know we’re not supposed to be here?”

“I believe that the Dreamer’s code was altered to identify humans as a threat to the ship.”

My heartbeat faltered. The others won’t be able to get away with the data, Mara Zhu had said. I made sure of that.