Tso didn’t exactly luxuriate. But he did relax. Hernando had given him a state room a little
further away from the rest, telling others that it was because he didn't want
anyone bothered by all the computers, fans and blinking lights.
That was partially true. One wall of the room was racks of
cobbled together electronics. Wires dangled from the removed ceiling panels
where he’d installed cooling vents that pushed warm air out into the
bulkheads. Sets of tables adorned the
rest of the room, it was like some kind of mad scientist’s lab. Equipment was
strewn everywhere, wires and welds, tools lay out everywhere and in rolling
racks. It seemed like the bed was a complete afterthought.
