He was going to have to tell her, Dewey realized, staring down at his half-packed suitcase. Ever since he’d gotten the invitation to meet Green’s leadership from his contact, he’d been trying to find a way around it, but even he couldn’t be in two places at once. Face-to-face with the Green leader while wearing his electronic jewelry was not possible. It would be noticed, which would seriously mess with his mysterious and invincible image.
He’d examined the problem from every direction and had even asked Phoebe, his Pathphinder, on the QT—a direct violation of his parole and hers—if she could see another way. Her response had been incredulous to say the least.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” she’d said. “Even I can’t figure out how to make you into two people outside of VR.”
It wasn’t just
