“Didn’t it change you?” His body dragged on the cigarette. Targeted ventilation sucked away the smoke before it reached me. “That’s the whole point.” “Surely you were affected personally, though. Surely—” “Ah.” He nodded; at the far end of shared motor nerves, teleops jiggled in sympathy. “Change the eyes that look at the world, change the me that does the looking?” “Something like that.”
