Desai gestured. “He is an editor for hire—jail-breaking closed-loop proprietary agricultural sequences. He also creates edits for house pets and the occasional chemical biohack for humans—synthesized supplements, things of that sort.” “Anything that hardens dicks is a big seller.” Frey glanced up. “In the humans, not the pets.” Durand eyed Frey dubiously. “Look at it this way: I’m saving the rhinos.”
