He felt an anxious tug. It seemed like more evidence of social engineering. Geometry. As though he was being paired up. He wasn’t fit for it—he was compromised. He might not look that way to casual observers, but he was stricken. Split between past and present. Less than whole. Lane’s memory took up the space where new affection might live. Lost and aimless, like a faithful dog. Confused by the disappearance of its master.
