“How are the new transplants working out?” I asked.
Prometheus just nodded and smiled. I wondered if he was sedated.
I looked at the blank television. I’d never seen it turned off before. “Is it broken?” I asked. “Do we need to get you a new one?”
Prometheus kept on smiling. “Remember when I said I could still feel everything from the livers they put in other people?” He pointed at his eye. “I can still see from the eyes they’ve put in new people. I can see everything they’re seeing. Everything. It’s a little blurry, but it’s better than the movies.”
I didn’t know what he was talking about until one of the sisters whispered an explanation in my ear. “Ah,” I said.
“Tell them they can take whatever organs they want,” Prometheus said. “I don’t even want a cut anymore. I’ve got all the pa
