"I mean, one day after he woke up, he started craving . . . s**t he wasn't into." I hold up a finger. I can see Elio's anticipation growing more prominent as the second goes by. "But his donor was."
He leans back on the cushions of the diner's booth. "Bullshit. Do you really believe that a doctor can put a piece of someone's soul into you?"
I shrug. "Well, technically science says we were made by evolution. It's possible that the technology brought about by these evolutions could create tools that would make medical professionals be able to reallocate pieces of humans into another being. It's only a matter of time to figure out how exactly. Simply put, anything is possible through science."
Elio folds his arms across his chest. "I don't think I believe you."
"Oh, come on. Have a little
