"His, of course. But we did agree." Elinor grinned. "And on your recommendation, as I recall, sir." *"Mrooowr!" Trouble exclaimed and raised his paw.
"And what do you want, you feline miscreant?"
Shirley raised her hand and used the other to pet him. "He's just telling you he's a Wild Card."
"Oh, bother! Whose grand idea was that?"
Elinor thought for a moment while the others answered. "It's a way of speaking directly to machines and computers, without needing an interface," she said finally. "And to each other, likewise. We've been able to maintain contact with each other without using radios, and that's invaluable for a team like us. Speaking directly to the craft we fly, like the Mjolnirs and the new Logans, allows us to know them in a way no manual or instructor could explain, and that's an advantage like nothing else. Not to mention access to things we'd otherwise have a heck of a lot of trouble with, like Zeki-Zentraedi security doors. And that's just what we've learned to do with it so far. I'm sure looking forward to exploring all the options, so to speak." She smiled, then grew sober again. "It also means we've got something that can save our planet, our people, and from the sound of it, a lot of other people too. I still don't know how we're gonna manage that, but that makes it a responsibility, not just a neat toy, and we've got to take all this seriously.""Now then. Provide to the class your impressions of what technopathy means to each of you."