“User error detected,” the Caeleste broadcasted on all internal channels. “Selected course will bring the vessel out of warp near the Orion’s Dagger gravitational anomaly. Potential hazards to ship and crew functionality exceed acceptable limits. Redirection advised.” “Shaddup,” the captain growled. She stared balefully at the blinking red light that she—and the rest of the crew—treated as shorthand for the Caeleste itself. “We’re staying on course.” The Caeleste’s organic parts quivered with helpless frustration. “User error detected. Selected course will—” “I said, shaddup!"