Before Chance could embarrass herself by just gaping, Sonia swiveled on her pumps and walked deeper into the facility. She began explaining. “You probably don’t even know what Replacements, Inc. is about, do you?”
They stopped at the edge of a remarkably large lab. Enormous, considering the cost of real estate on the Dreams. A number of people, a couple of whom Chance recognized as stripper-pole dancers and teachers from their day entertaining the US Navy, moved among numerous benches that held beakers and test tubes. Computers were hooked to an amazing diversity of gadgets, some of which Chance recognized. “Organic chemistry of some sort,” she surmised.
Sonia smiled warmly. “Ever so correct.” She pointed at a large glass cylinder with tubes running into it on the bench beside her.
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