“Dr. Turner . . .”
“Wallace.”
“Wallace . . . no offence, but this sounds like a scam. It’s a very interesting scam, but people don’t just develop this sort of technology and then benevolently bestow it on strangers, let alone randomly drop it on people like me. Maybe I’m being cynical, but human nature says I shouldn’t believe you.” I pushed my plate forward. “The only reason I’m here with you is that my GP somehow knows you — that’s it. And I gotta say, between that s**t with the card stuck in my f*****g jeans at the hospital, and what you’re telling me now, this is getting creepy fast.”
He nodded politely. He sat with a leg crossed over the other and his hands resting on his knee.
“Compared to other organizations,” he said, looking aside, “because of privacy needs, our membership is
