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probably safe enough, you’ve been watched since the other day, and you’ll get the full going-over later. This is just a sort of quick peek.”
    “I’m completely lost,” Noah said.
    The driver came back, carefully avoided looking at the girl, and the cab pulled away from the curb. The girl carefully scanned the sidewalk and the empty street with a professional eye.
    “You only
think
you’re lost, English.” Again, the sardonic nonlaugh. “Pretty soon you’ll be so lost you won’t even know what universe you’re in.”
    *
    Sadie squinted against the harsh light.
    “Vincent?” she asked. The voice didn’t sound quite right to be him. But neither was it Renfield. It sounded female, but low enough maybe to be a boy.
    “I’m going to ask you to disrobe. And to place all of your clothing in the wall slot on your right. Then we will ask you to stand still while we run a series of scans.”
    “Vincent already checked me out. He put a biot on me,” Sadie said.
    “He also withdrew that biot, and it’s been several days.”
    The voice was irritatingly reasonable. She kind of hated it. She shrugged and took off her scarf, coat, and boots. She pushed them through the slot.
    “How far are we going here, disembodied voice?”
    “Everything, please.”
    “I’d better not find pictures on the Internet, disembodied voice,” Sadie muttered.
    “You may call me Ophelia,” the voice said.
    “You’re a girl?”
    “I am,” Ophelia answered. “I’ll turn the voice masking off.” Then she said, “Is that better?”
    The voice was no longer impersonal. It was definitely female. “Yes, actually. I’m not modest, but the light in here is very unflattering.”
    “I’m beginning the scans now,” Ophelia said. “You’ll see different colors of light. You’ll hear various sounds, some a bit loud. Just stand where you are.”
    “Okay, Ophelia.”
    It lasted longer than she expected. Long enough to become boring. And long enough for her to become resentful.
    The thing with Sadie was that even though she was no sort of snob, not arrogant toward other people, she had lived a life with very little discomfort. What unpleasantness she’d had to endure had been of a medical nature—the diagnosis and early attempts at treatment for her aneurysm—which just doubled her impatience now. Because everything about this felt medical in a sort of alien-abduction way.
    Finally the white light returned. She flinched.
    “Sorry, I should have brought the lights up slowly.”
    “What now?”
    A door opened. A young woman stepped in. She was in her early twenties. She had black hair, long, but drawn back into an interesting knot before continuing on down her back. Her skin was dark but not from the African sun. She wore what looked like a very tiny sapphire brooch between her eyes, not a piercing but an appliqué. She had pretty eyes, but otherwise she was plain. She was carrying a handled shopping bag. She held it out to Sadie.
    “Your clothing. Be careful, some of it may be hot. I microwaved it. You can get dressed now.”
    Ophelia. Sadie recognized the name from somewhere. Something fictional. Classical, not modern. It was just out of her grasp but she’d Google it later.
    “Microwaved?”
    “Microwaves aren’t as much use against biots, like those I know you’re familiar with. But nanobots contain tiny amounts of metal, and that makes them vulnerable to a good, old-fashioned microwave oven.”
    Sadie began pulling on her clothing. “Nanobots?”
    Ophelia smiled. That made her prettier. It was one of those “light up the room” smiles. Sadie wished she could do that. “I’ve been given the job of prepping you. So I’ll answer everything. Except of course about anything personal.”
    “Shakespeare. That’s where Ophelia comes from.” Sadie squirmed into her bra.
    “Yes.” Ophelia nodded. “From
Hamlet
. His crazy girlfriend.” The smile went away. “I’m sorry about your father and brother.”
    “Yep,” Sadie said curtly. Enough condolences.
    “Nanobots,” Ophelia said. “There are two branches of nanotechnology: the biological and the mechanical. Coffee?”
    Sadie was dressed. “I guess a Scotch would be out of the question?”
    A different smile appeared, not the room-lighting one, a more quizzical, challenging one. Ophelia could do a lot with a smile.
    “Sorry. Yeah. I’m under age,” Sadie admitted.
    Again a new smile, this one sad, worried. “There are no children or adults with us.

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