“OK,” he said. “Now we can talk.”
“Excellent. As a matter of fact, I'd like to meet up with you.”
Alarm bells rang. He was still a bit out of it, a bit paranoid, but employers wanting to meet up generally meant bad things. He'd seen it happen often enough over the years.
“Why? This conversation is completely secure. No one can overhear.”
“My employer is rather old-fashioned. He or she likes to, ah, stare a man in the eye. Apparently, by these means, he or she is able to judge character very effectively.”
“You want to set up a meeting between me and your employer?”
“That's correct.”
Mann had his attention now. Simms reached out and deactivated the fleshbot kneeling on the floor in front of him. What was going on here? It could all be a line. A convincing tale. Still, it could also be
