“Go try it on,” he said. “But be quick about it, we are on a tight schedule.”
The suit was snug, but comfortable. It contoured around my body like a big glove, which allowed me the freedom to move with very little encumbrance. Dotting the neckline were several flat, copper-colored circles. “What are these?” I asked Grillick, pointing at the neckline.
“Think of the suit as a computer system,” he explained. “The helmet is your operating system and the suit is your hard drive. Go ahead and put it on.”
The helmet slid over my head effortlessly. A humming sound, similar to a telephone pole transformer, came from the helmet as soon as it connected to the copper dots. Several grids appeared in my peripheral line of vision and a jumbled mess of numbers started flashing all over my screen.
“Gri
