Yann insisted. “I just need some help to describe it in more palatable terms, so I can sell it to the others.”Rasmah said, “It's not a vehicle. It's software. And it's software for a nonexistent computer.”Yann shook his head. “That's just the mathematical formalism I've used. It's the best way to describe it—the most elegant, the most transparent. All we have to do now is disguise it.” He added, deadpan, “You can obfuscate, can't you? Physicists have been taking simple mathematical ideas and obfuscating them for centuries. It must have been part of your training, surely?”Rasmah took a swipe at him, and he flinched away from her. No doubt this was a habit he'd acquired during embodiment, when he'd managed to elicit a similar response from people on a regular basis.With the queue for bodies growing ever longer as new arrivals flooded in, Yann had decided to remain acorporeal. Tarek had responded to this news at the weekly interfactional meeting with a long, paranoid dissertation on Yann's self-evident intention to use his new position to “corrupt”
