Chapter X
Delayed Reactions
Lisanne hugged Osa, inhaled deeply, and strode past the furled polarity curtain and into the oval room within which her re-bodied sister, clothed in a drooping green robe, sat upon the bed, facing the window. Outside, the rising sun etched the skyscrapers of Brooklyn City and Nexus Y in such a striking manner that the entire view looked false and compressed, like a bas-relief.
With a twisted and anxious heart, the petite blonde addressed her sister’s back. “Guten Morgen.”
The re-bodied woman said, “Morgen,” but did not move at all.
Lisanne had not seen her sister since their troubled reunion last week, and the days between that visit and this one (the first permitted by Corpus Chrome, Incorporated’s inner board) had been awful. Mr. Johnson’s kind words and
