“Perhaps.” Beverly’s hand goes to the back of her head, to the spot just behind her ear, where the augment had been implanted. The spot is smooth now, but she can remember the feel of the bump of the implant, like a phantom limb. As much as she dislikes Q, she doesn’t know that technology is any nicer of an idea. “The results were about the same either way.”
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Date: 2016-06-01 11:09 pm (UTC)