A security checkpoint sat below the canopy, manned by a team of hack-jobs—part human, part reprint. It was hard to tell much more from this distance, and she didn’t want to use her visor out in the open. An operation this large, well funded, and organized was bound to have aerostats running facial recognition software and for all she knew they’d already scanned her. Would the Bridge’s supervising systems have her biometrics on file? To analyze this number of people it would have to be a smart-system: at least a Type 4, maybe a 5, but not a fully sentient MI. Those cost more than skyscrapers and were all registered with the UN. That meant the security system couldn’t make deductive leaps, and was only good at analyzing information it already had. Her military and police records were all encrypted and stored inside uncrackable federal MIs. So—in theory—the only intel out there should be her orphanage and school reports.