Chapter 31
MY FACE must have given away my surprise. The great green slimy bubbles mounded to the ceiling, filling the abandoned shopping mall, didn’t resemble any library I’d ever thought of. Brandi snickered and sat in another office chair, spinning her back to me and pulling her keyboard back into her lap.
“What kind of knowledge?” I finally said.
“We don’t know yet.” Steve shrugged. “Found a couple ways to get at it, though.” He jerked his head towards the green bubbles. “Go in a bit, you’ll find a little alcove with two handprints. Spray-painted red around them. Put your hands there, ask a question, see what happens.”
“Absolute talks to us?” I said. Anger flashed through my gut and my throat clamped almost shut.
“Doesn’t feel like a person,” Steve said. “Feels like a machine. A m
