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84 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 19, 2018
And anyway, he did his best programming in the early morning, the barely waking moments, the in-between moments fumbling through waking and sleeping.
But the chiming grew louder, as though in response to his whispered query, entering Peter through his ears and surging through his body—like the electricity from the boy’s body—until it reached his fingertips, the chip in his palm
Do you believe, Peter? the chiming seemed to ask him. Though he heard no words, he understood the question clearly.
All at once, the question seemed at once clearer and more nebulous to Peter; but crystal clear or foggy and thick, clarity swarmed through him.
“Yes,” he whispered aloud. “I believe.” And he knew what to do.
They wanted to see, just one last time, what the boy looked like when he woke, free of the worry lines that already plagued his face during his more alert moments. Mir wanted to, needed to memorize the way Peter’s crisp green eyes opened sleepily, the way they blinked out of a dreamland and into life. The way they flashed with all the magic of the stars of old the moment his gaze landed on Mir’s face; the way they only sparkled like that for them, the way Mir always made Peter’s mouth tug up into a sleepy, a happy, a blissful smile. Mir wanted, needed, to record all this, make sure they never, ever forgot the uninhibited joy they and they alone could pull from the boy’s eyes.
All Tink felt, then, was herself. And, as her systems powered back up and her body started to rise off the ground, interlocked with Gwen’s, all she felt was that she could feel.