After the charging and the new patch Cuss-Bert followed me down to the river. She never liked walking, but I insisted. It wasn't far anyway, and regardless of the masker she wore, I had no intention to sit in a transfer. So we strolled slowly on the street.
The sun shone brightly overhead, heating the streets, the houses, forming pockets of furnices in tighter corners. My body gleamed brightly, but the inbuilt sensors stopped me from overheating. Still, in my brain I felt the sweat all over, as if I had real skin.
People passed us by on our way down to the water, but the little cove I used to sit remained empty. Under the shade we made our seats on the rocks.
- What do you really know about memory wipes? - I asked her.
- There's not much I can tell you, that you don't already know – sh
