The room beyond was lit by a thousand little glowing lights. Every wall and surface was a screen or a holoprojector, but by the look of it many of them were worn down with age or just physically destroyed. Sarah followed the bundle of clear wire running up into the ceiling and out of sight. There were bits of slime clinging to it, suggesting some ill-conceived repairs by the occupying changelings. But if I’m lucky, there’s some of the underlying operating system here.