His was standing, the computer set at eye level, his shoulders hunched as if he spent more time in that position than he did asleep. His head was clean-shaven, his ears small and slightly pointed near the tops. Garcia popped some gum in his mouth. “You look like an elf, Ramirez.” “Fuck you. This is a sterile environment.” “I took a shower.” Garcia looked around the collection of steel countertops littered with scales, test tubes, computers, and a number of machines he didn’t recognize. “You called me.” “You’re supposed to wait in the lobby.” Ramirez pushed his glasses up onto his forehead as he turned away from the computer. “It’s the rules.” Garcia blew a bubble and popped it. “You called me.” Ramirez shook his head and walked over to a desk near the door. He selected a manila folder and flipped it open. “You wanted to know about the floaters?” Ramirez tilted his head forward until his glasses swung down onto his nose.
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