Our simulated Artemis can do whatever I tell him, whenever I say. At the moment, the sim is asleep, but in half an hour I may just instruct him to go to the bathroom.” Holly reeled in her piton cord. “The miracle of modern science. The LEP pours millions into your department, Foaly, and all you can do is send Mud Boys to the toilet.” “You should be nice to me, Holly. I’m doing you a big favor. If Julius knew I was helping you, he’d be extremely angry.” “Which is exactly why you are doing it.”
