Sarah settled back into her seat, keeping her neck straight. She couldn’t look at her companion anymore, but that didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to second-guess Forerunner’s instructions and end up with a broken neck. “I didn’t think there was a difference. Isn’t Harmony some kind of… collective-intelligence AI? It’s assembled out of the population of the ring, so shouldn’t it only be able to do what the population wants? Like a weird… techno-democracy thing.”