Mira read the warning a second time with the courier sitting opposite her.
The first time she had read for the conclusion. This time she read for the hands that had touched it. Her engineer’s measurement. Juno’s comparison. The independent crafter’s alternate reading. Medical extracts whose owners had agreed to a limited use. Each hand made the account less like a single command from a hostile source. None made it immune to error.
“Did you see the original fragment?” she asked.
“I saw the custodian bring it. I can’t tell you how it was made.”
“Did Juno tell the crafter what to find?”
“Not before the separate comparison.”
“Did anyone tell you that you had to persuade me?”
The courier shook their head. “They asked me to distinguish the signature match from the interpretation.”
