It snorts. "I'm getting to know it faster," Murderbot comments. It pulls eight drones out of the swarm above it and sends them above her. "In case we get separated."

Each input is tagged because the differences are hard to determine. A further mess of hallways. It starts generating a map from the flight paths. Each time drones pass an intersection it adds a flag. Those behind it explore these options tentatively as one swarm. There's quickly enough branching to split and to split and to split until each drone is on its own. Omens are supposedly indestructible, but Murderbot has some limits on inputs.

Those ahead leave a few drones at the intersection. The others explore all the branches until the next intersections before returning. Nothing is showing a way out yet. They've arrived in the middle of this nightmare maze.

"Nowhere good," Murderbot says, "I'd bet some of this has traces of blood."