"We will take a distributed architecture," J.B.F. said, with perhaps too careful enunciation, as if she had learned the phrase ten minutes ago. "Each of the ships that will make up the Cloud Ark will be autonomous to an extent. We will mass-produce them, I am told, and send them up just as fast as we can. They will swarm around Izzy. When it is safe to do so, they can dock together, like Tinkertoys, and people can move from one to the other freely. But when a rock approaches, fwoosh!" And she spread her fingers apart, the purple lacquered nails darting away from one another.