“It’s that way.” “You sure?” “I have no idea, but the hand is absolutely positive. The thing we’re looking for is two point three kilometers in that direction.” I gave him a puzzled look. “Breaking out the metric now?” “It’s not my fault,” he said angrily, shaking Dr. Lyle’s hand. “It’s this stupid thing. It wants me to be precise, and it thinks metric is the superior system.” “Well, to be fair, it is,” I agreed. “But I thought that hand didn’t have an interface you could communicate with?” “So did I,” Nik growled. “But apparently it doesn’t need words to make its opinion known now that we’re
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