“If you’re a Techno, you can manipulate it, right? You can stop it from blowing my brains out if I take it out… right?” “Blow your brains out?! What the fuck are you talking about?” Gabe shouts, and I glance up to see him looking very green. “That’s what they told me when they put it in. They said it would trigger a small explosion, just enough to kill me, if I tried to take it out.” “I’m going to fucking puke,” Gabe says, as he pushes away from the table, grabbing his phone out, probably to call North and chew him out.
