Pavi Valshorn’s body ached, but she didn’t care. She’d been in contact with Mike for days without dropping a single packet. The nanite interface gave them everything of the instant, intimate contact the chip in her brain stem had provided, without any of the junk in the signal that made it worthless. Besides, it was nice, nicer than Pavi had time to measure, to be able to share space with her best friend.
<That planet smells weird,> Mike said. Continue reading “Sentient Domain: Chapter 24”