DENVER—PHOENIX COMPLEXDale stepped into the office shared by Sally and Brad. Sally was in the lab; Brad was at his desk. He looked up.
“Brad,” Dale said without preamble, “how quickly can you get me a dedicated Nanocosm?”
“Those things are pushing a billion phoenixes, you know. Why do you need a dedicated unit?”
“Yeah, they’re expensive, but we got the funds. I need one for my current project.”
“And that is?”
Dale grinned. “We’re moving the Link into the brain and establishing a nanobot microbiome controlled by the Link circuitry to regulate the body and the Link-body interface.” Dale sat on the corner of Brad’s desk and leaned toward Brad. “I need a dedicated Nanocosm that specializes in this space as opposed to stuff in Mars orbit or portal infrastructure, if you know what I mean.”
