Gy was right: its presence was ever in your mind. George had said something about how the nerve endings were continuously being stimulated by the prosthesis. I just remember my eyes glazing over during his explanation, as much of the terminology used was beyond my small field of expertise, package delivery. A side effect of the constant stimulation was a constant comfortable feeling. I felt like I was wrapped in a warm blanket while the interior of the Swift was going through a cryo-cleaning. The oddness of the sensation was soon removed from my mind and replaced with a sense of familiarity. I walked into what had once been Frig's prized lab. The back wall remained charred and open into the next room and the room beyond. Only the thick outer hull of the Suppressor had managed to stop the destructive progress of the weapon that had come through the portal. Minuscule traces of tungsten had been found throughout the destruction. The meaning of its presence remained unknown.
