And it wasn't exactly unnoticed further out either.
(Note: I'm going for a U.S. transition here, but it's easy enough to change)
As much as it might seem, A.C. wasn't prescient, just very good at spotting patterns. She'd thought of doing a detailed map of the space around the Forge years ago, but with one thing and another never got around to it.
Eddie had different plans, not so limited to just the space around their home. He wanted the entire system at least.
When she'd disallowed him taking the Stallion on a survey mission, he'd just got Leonard involved building an advanced version of the Stallion's sensor array, sized for the Forge. It had taken a bit of work, and once they'd crunched the numbers a bit of negotiation to those in the 50 light-second radius it would inconvenience when on at full power, but they'd got agreement for a series of 5 minute scans over the course of a week. The results they'd publish, with a copy for the Artemis Foundation.
With typical perversity, the agreed time was set at 23:58 to 00:03 GMT. When normal people would be asleep. As they were Fen, it didn't count.
A.C. was actually sleeping (or as close to it as she could manage, which was very close actually) when her eyes snapped open. It would be a few days before an idle thought let them realise her eye opened precisely at Midnight, to the microsecond. She was out of bed and running within 100 milliseconds, just as alarms started blaring.
She yelled over the com-net, slipping on a sheer and small silk robe as she ran nude down the corridor.
Eddie replied, his voice calm and collected as was typical when a crisis was upon them.
Leonard broke in, sounding worried. Not that the cyberneticist blamed him.
The Raven hared cyber didn't mince words.
(Note: I'm going for a U.S. transition here, but it's easy enough to change)
As much as it might seem, A.C. wasn't prescient, just very good at spotting patterns. She'd thought of doing a detailed map of the space around the Forge years ago, but with one thing and another never got around to it.
Eddie had different plans, not so limited to just the space around their home. He wanted the entire system at least.
When she'd disallowed him taking the Stallion on a survey mission, he'd just got Leonard involved building an advanced version of the Stallion's sensor array, sized for the Forge. It had taken a bit of work, and once they'd crunched the numbers a bit of negotiation to those in the 50 light-second radius it would inconvenience when on at full power, but they'd got agreement for a series of 5 minute scans over the course of a week. The results they'd publish, with a copy for the Artemis Foundation.
With typical perversity, the agreed time was set at 23:58 to 00:03 GMT. When normal people would be asleep. As they were Fen, it didn't count.
A.C. was actually sleeping (or as close to it as she could manage, which was very close actually) when her eyes snapped open. It would be a few days before an idle thought let them realise her eye opened precisely at Midnight, to the microsecond. She was out of bed and running within 100 milliseconds, just as alarms started blaring.
She yelled over the com-net, slipping on a sheer and small silk robe as she ran nude down the corridor.
Eddie replied, his voice calm and collected as was typical when a crisis was upon them.
Leonard broke in, sounding worried. Not that the cyberneticist blamed him.
The Raven hared cyber didn't mince words.