The billionaire danced around the laboratory, reduced to childish displays by his greed. “I’m telling you, Arty, this has taken years off me! I feel like putting on a tuxedo and going to the prom.” “Indeed.” “I don’t know where to start. Should I make my own money? Or should I rip off somebody else’s?” Artemis forced a smile. “The world is your oyster.” Spiro patted the Cube gently. “Exactly. That’s exactly what it is. And I’m going to take every pearl it has to offer.”
