Precious makes a note in her file and snaps it closed. 'You can step off the scale now. You'll be pleased to know everything's fine. The nano has taken hold.' 'You make it sound like I'm possessed.' Andile laughs. 'Taken hold, babes. Like it's happy in there. Your immune system is convinced the tech is friendly. No more trying to shoot it down. No more sniffly noses or itches. No problems.' 'No meltdown?' 'Tsk.' Dr. Precious really doesn't like my jokes. She doesn't think I'm an appropriate choice for 'The Project'. I know this because I overheard her saying so to Andile as I stepped from the lift. He replied, 'What are you going to do? Flakiness comes with creativity.' Which I kind of resent. Andile claps his hands together with decisive enthusiasm. 'Well, now that we've got the icky check-up stuff out of the way, we need five more minutes of your very precious time for the doccie. Making history, babes.' Andile ushers me out of his office, down the elevator to the second floor and through the configuration of desks in the agency proper.
