***Lieutenant Freeman is an assembler swarm…a very good para-human simulation, but a swarm of nanobotic mechanisms nonetheless***
Winger’s mind was racing. He thought out loud, unstrapped himself from the desk and drifted around his tiny compartment. It was more like a closet but he had to move about. His mind didn’t function well unless he was in motion.
“Freeman… an angel? Doc, of course I already know that. I’m sure others have noticed it too…it was like he was sort of there, without being really there. But even if he’s a swarm, it’s a damn good likeness.” Not as good as mine but good enough.