Chapter 8
I didn't know what to do, apart from reporting what I'd found to Carla Avery. She was remarkably silent through our short conversation over the com system. I was glad I wasn't face-to-face with her, because her silence was worse than her outbursts of anger.
I administered a sedative to the construct, as he was in pain from his wounds, and aimlessly scrolled through the information I downloaded from his mind, reading that poetic piece of text over and over.
It revolted me that Dr Spencer thought of me in that way. He was almost twenty years older than me.
Then again, we had worked together for many years, and his feelings had remained a deep secret, buried in his subconscious. That was probably why the sentiment was so strong in the constructs, and why it had been so deeply em
