Chapter Twenty
I had a free half hour before Del and I had agreed to meet. Apparently we were to use the sim room again, which meant another swimsuit to allow the nanobots enough skin contact to work their magic. I kept up an absentminded conversation with Joanna while she whipped up an outfit for me—this time a deep burgundy one-piece with numerous straps and mesh cut-outs. There were many thoughts in my mind all clamoring for attention: gunpowder, kayaking… and, for a surprising moment, the look in Del’s eyes when he’d asked me if I’d like to use the sim room again.
“You seem distracted,” said Joanna as the fabricator dinged.
“Wondering what Del has planned.” He’d said it would be “fearsome,” if memory served correctly.
“Oh, don’t worry about that!” she chortled. “It’s just a simulat
