Grey went through the blueprints rapidly. It took practically no time for him to scan every single one.
What he didn't know was how abnormal this was. Amunet was still as stiff as a board to the side, feeling like things could go sideways any moment now. But Esmeralda's pupils were constricted—well, at least one of them was.
'This child's Neural Frame resonance speed is frighteningly fast. Is this the last gasp of the Mechanical Jaw?'
She didn't know exactly what Grey was doing, but she could feel a Neural Frame activating when it did. Whatever Grey was doing, it seemed like he had some sort of way to sort the blueprints.
The three piles grew larger.
One of them was significantly grander than the rest, taking up what must have been over 90% or so of the more than 200 blueprints. This pile was unsurprisingly the fraud pile as assessed by Grey's Cyber Space.
