Attempting to smile at his wife's reservations, a disturbed look shadowed his features instead. He wiped a finger across the screen and sighed. Making sure everything was plugged in, he flipped on several toggle switches that powered up components foreign to him. The hard drives and plasma screen hummed to life, their own distinct high-pitched whistles slowly changing to higher frequencies that exceeded what human auditory systems could detect. The pump of the processor's water-cooled system kicked on loudly and Ace made a sound of longing. Bobby frowned, looked at his phone, stuck it back to his ear. “Excuse me?”
“That means it's ready,” Ace said, clearing his throat in embarrassment.
“You heard that? You Spock-eared geek motherfucker.”
“I felt it. Like a baby kicking in its mother's b
