After another meal and sleep, Enzo came to visit Carl. He seemed affable enough, though he still moved with a slightly brutish air, as if a chip rested, albeit lightly, on his shoulder. He surveyed Carl up and down, and then snorted in amusement.
“Jamal told me you were surprised about the sexuality of our crew.”
Carl said nothing, and Enzo led him from the room. When they reached the examination room and Carl was strapped into the chair, Enzo turned to the control panel.
Making several adjustments, he retrieved a portable display unit and attached it to the side of the chair, orienting it so that Carl could see it clearly.
“Let me show you something,” Enzo said. “You know what these are, I’m guessing?”
He showed Carl a cerebral probe unit. Carl nodded, and Enzo positioned a dozen of
