There was…I don’t know, an infection, but not? Something was growing out of her. Hairs, but not hairs. Like metal threads—” The golden retriever whined and rested its head on Matthew’s knee. He stopped talking and looked up at Marcy. “You think I’m nuts.” “I dunno, Matthew. This is pretty weird stuff.” “Says the sheriff of a town governed by a godlike computer swarm.”
