How can you be so stupid? You look like an actual princess! Lucky bought herself time by dramatically pulling the stack of paper over—freshly printed in one of Othar’s office stations, she could see from the font. The sheets proclaimed they were the “terms of meaningful interaction between the Equus ring and all its delegated subsystems and the intelligent system called Forerunner and its associated biological segments.” Skimming through the pages beyond displayed only a solid wall of seemingly random characters, set into sections of roughly the same size.