“One by one, status updates pinged into Dale’s head: the financials, shop safety stats, the production rotation, the spacecraft-delivery schedule, and personnel reports. Got ’em. He opened and scanned the delivery document. Yep, Baby was on it, slated for Xenia in nine Terran solar days. Rather than send a pilot to deliver her, he would fly her himself so he could negotiate with the emperor for more ZX7Ms. Now that the bugs had been worked out, the manufacture of future ships ought to be smo...oth sailing. I know you’ll go through the reports on your own, but I’ll highlight a few items. His assistant was so efficient. Dale’s cyberbrain processed data quickly, but he relied on the human part to make judgments about that information. Charlie saved him time by handling a lot of the minor details himself. Charlie continued, You’ll be pleased to note we have a delivery date for the ZX7M. Saw that.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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