- What happened? - Cuss-Bert was worried. - Did you get through?
- Honestly, I have no idea. But he's very angry.
- Wouldn't you be?
- I guess. But I don't know what to do now. Go back, try further, or run for the hills.
She smiled at me as I slowly observed the both of them. Then the box caught my eyes again. It wasn't disturbed, just sat there on the table, but it felt important. I couldn't say why.
Cuss-Bert saw this, and waited. She knew me enough to note when I had ideas. Still, this time I was sure she'd say no.
I would have.
- Consider – I started -, that you have something removed from your body.
She leaned back in her seat and folded her arms in front of her. I knew that look. It was not promising.
- Yes – her voice was tentative at best.
- And you get an implant inste
