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Harry shrugged. "In some cases. In this one, I've made the computer my friend."
"True. I thought we were in for a fight there."
"We would have been, with an old XJ model. Those independent-minded computers were a pain in the ass. These XP-28s ..." Harry gave the computer a pat on its console. "You just have to know how to handle them. Most pilots don't. They refuse to relinquish control. Which makes no sense. The computer can handle the mundane stuff--takeoff, landing, routine flights--more efficiently than any human pilot. And, as you can see, it gets a real ego boost. I always work this way with an XP-28. From now on, I can do no wrong."
Xris granted and ripped a seam out of the shoulder. He was far bigger than the last man to wear this bug outfit.
Harry cast an admiring glance at the cargo plane's cadaverous, ugly, utilitarian interior. "This plane is a beauty, Xris. I don't suppose we could keep it? I could give it a new paint job."
"We're going to be in enough trouble already. If anything goes wrong at RFComSec, every ship in the Navy will be on the alert for this craft. We'll use it to throw off pursuit. Once we reach home, we'll set the plane on autopilot and send it back."
"A real shame." Harry sighed.
Xris took over the copilot's seat, swiveled around.
The plane's interior was dark, green, and smelled of chemicals and grease
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