“No.” Photuris’s wings buzzed in annoyance. She spun around, settling down on her haunches for the little extra height it provided. “Because the Failsafe showed an earlier iteration of me what was waiting out here, and Harmony agreed to let me be someone else. Instead of picking a stupid translator that we had a million of and wasn’t needed anyway, past me decided to be useful and pick STEM this time. I know how Equus’s terraforming fleet works. And we just happen to be changelings, so we can get aboard without the maintenance system noticing us.” 