The Solar Sailer that the command carrier was chasing had gotten away for now. Sark was reeling from the disciplinary action he had received from the MCP. The interrupted power cycles continued to burn through his body.
He knew that if more programs were to escape, the MCP might resort to de-rezzing him. He couldn't fail at this mission. He considered any factors which might make the situation worse.
He instantly thought of Ro.
*I can make sure he's loyal if I get a spy bot into his quarters*, he thought. *The last thing I want to deal with is him defecting....*
"Null!", Sark shouted.
A red program in soldier armor ran and stood before h