“After running her eyes over pulsing LEDs on the suspension unit, Samantha glanced through a small port at Claire Hyndman’s limp body. She looked expectantly at Mih Valanson, one of her senior technicians. “Well? How’s it going? Are you succeeding?”
Valanson looked uncomfortable.
“Well?”
“I shouldn’t be doing this. Brain-stripping is illegal.”
“I do wish you wouldn’t call it that,” Samantha scolded.
After following Samantha’s gaze and looking at Claire Hyndman’s pale face, Valanson secretly hoped his efforts would be in vain.”