“Let me give you the gift of happiness,” she said. “I’m already pretty happy.” “I’ll make you happier. A TAT, on me.” “Tat?” “Transient Attitudinal Tweak. I’ve still got privileges at Sax.” “I’ve been tweaked plenty. Change one more synapse and I might turn into someone else.” “That’s ridiculous and you know it. Or every experience you had would turn you into a different person.” I thought about that. “Maybe it does.”
Gift of happiness
