Soon, Miss Nair, who was rapidly working at an array of optical projection keyboards, received Feifei's telepathic message.
"Close the ship entrance on the other side."
"On it. Everything's going smoothly. Don't worry, they can't go around."
Feifei looked toward the other side of the port, in the direction the Slun Summer had entered from. The armored gates there hadn't come down, but the force-field barrier was still operating as usual.
Besides, the two automatic turrets beside the gates had already turned back around with a series of clunks, once again pointing toward space. Several Bifang robots, each about the size of a celestial sphere, were hopping around beside the gun emplacements, as if they were the gunners.
"Thanks for your hard work. You were the one who made the greatest contribution to this battle," Feifei said with a smile.
"You flatter me. This is no more than an entry-level certification in information engineering. I mean the civilian certification, not the membership requirements." The engineer looked rather proud. But then, she was being praised by the boss's wife, and she couldn't hide how pleased she was.
As an excellent pilot, a well-trained engineer, and the only psychic in the Brotherhood of Mechanical Intellect, Miss Nair could say with confidence that the situation before them was certainly no small matter—but all she had done was provide a signal relay and a physical interface.
When nanorobots turned into cables and pierced any port in the fortress, the high-dimensional computing power of the Silent seemed like soldiers who had found a way in, pouring into the fortress's data stronghold.
From that point on, everything followed naturally.
So, two minutes after the Imperial garrison at the port laid down their weapons, Feifei and the others received a message from the Silent's headquarters.
"Connecting to