Link faced the tank, and Julia saw his hands clenching and unclenching, his fingers spreading wide then back again. It was the first display of emotion she’d seen from him since his arrival. Four had explained this MI was autistic, a custom one-off built to crack government systems, but that didn’t make him stupid, just different. He was where he was supposed to be, and he knew it. Link uncoiled the green cable and clicked it into a small data socket in his head. He lowered himself to the cold concrete floor, sat cross-legged, bowed to the three intelligences, and plugged himself in.