“Alright,” Lucky said. “Fine, fine. Before I change my mind.” She felt the pain a moment later, much worse than the simple shots her phobia had come from. It looked like the drone had selected a major artery. “You can’t have invented this,” she said, glancing at the screen. There was no avatar there, and Forerunner was no more present there than it had been in any other part of Othar. But it still felt natural to talk to something. “We didn’t have anything like this when I got scanned.”