The eleven distant lights remained on Gray's map. Then twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Each one pulsed at a slightly different rhythm. Gray had stopped calling them nodes. He wasn't sure what to call them anymore. Systems? Consciousness? Children? That last word made uncomfortable enough that he immediately rejected it. "Unknown intelligences," he muttered. Hale looked over from the other side of the Hub. "That sounds comforting." "It sounds accurate." "It sounds like something written on a report ...