“Didn’t I tell you I wasn’t the biologist?” She said it soft, but with bite. Ask her what she really is. He couldn’t suppress a wince, even though he had meant it when he had said she didn’t owe him anything for bringing her out to the pond. “I’m trying to be honest. I’m not her … and there’s something inside of me I don’t understand. There’s a kind of … brightness … inside.” Nothing in the medical updates, except an elevated temperature. “That’s called life,” Control said.
