If only I knew what he would do , I think I would have strangled him right in that car
“ Radman almost shoved me into the car before squeezing in after me. As the hovercar engine silently started up, we both rubbed our hands against the chilling rain outside.
Realizing this was a rare chance to ever speak with the chief engineer, our conversation quickly shifted from small talk to something more probing. I was curious about a few design choices, and Radman proudly explained with less secrecy than he used to hold. I genuinely enjoyed learning from him—except his pager wouldn’t stop going off. Eventually, he snapped, yanked out the cable and plugged himself in, focused on the incoming messages. I waited at first, but his work seemed endless.
The chief engineer weaved commands while occasionally glancing my way. Then, as if remembering something, he leaned toward the fridge. Impatiently swiping aside the expensive liquors, Radman dug out a can of soda and handed me. The light in his artificial eye kept flickering—every second trillion bytes of data stream through his enhanced brain, dispatching to different sections of the orbit station.
I held the can, unsure when I’d get another chance to speak. Noticing this, Radman opened his mouth to talk, but ended up just giving me a quick, distracted smile—then vanished back into whatever ocean of data he was lost in.”
*This short writing is translated, so some choice of words might be weird
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