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... a figure child-tall yet perfectly upright. Obsidian plates hugged a slender frame; joint couplings gleamed with nacreous sheen, not chitin. It had no mandibles—only a smooth helm with a narrow line of violet light where eyes should be. Even now the plates flexed as if breathing.
No identifier lamp blinked on its chest. No pheromone tag broadcast rank. It simply walked to the sim start-line, head canting left and right as if tasting the holographic wind.
Rodion felt a rare judder ...
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