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Peter Watts 52 Blindsight<br />

basic principle. We just turned art into science."<br />

"Yeah, but when" The recent past, certainly. Sometime within<br />

the past twenty years or so—<br />

Her voice grew suddenly quiet. "Robert told me about your<br />

operation. Some kind of viral epilepsy, right Back when you<br />

were just a tyke."<br />

I'd never explicitly asked him to keep it a secret. What was the<br />

difference anyway I'd made a full recovery.<br />

Besides, Pag still thought that had happened to someone else.<br />

"I don't know your specifics," Chelsea continued gently. "But<br />

from the sound of it, noninvasive techniques wouldn't have helped.<br />

I'm sure they only did what they had to."<br />

I tried to suppress the thought, and couldn't: I like this woman.<br />

I felt something then, a strange, unfamiliar sensation that<br />

somehow loosened my vertebrae. The chair felt subtly, indefinably<br />

more comfortable at my back.<br />

"Anyway." My silence had thrown her off-stride. "Haven't done<br />

it much since the bottom dropped out of the market. But it did<br />

leave me with a fondness for face-to-face encounters, if you know<br />

what I mean."<br />

"Yeah. Pag said you took your sex in the first-person."<br />

She nodded. "I'm very old-school. You okay with that"<br />

I wasn't certain. I was a virgin in the real world, one of the few<br />

things I still had in common with the rest of civilized society. "In<br />

principle, I guess. It just seems—a lot of effort for not as much<br />

payoff, you know"<br />

"Don't I." She smiled. "Real fuckbuddies aren't airbrushed. Got<br />

all these needs and demands that you can't edit out. How can you<br />

blame anyone for saying no thanks to all that, now there's a choice<br />

You gotta wonder how our parents ever stayed together<br />

sometimes."<br />

You gotta wonder why they did. I felt myself sinking deeper into<br />

the chair, wondered again at this strange new sensation. Chelsea<br />

had said the dopamine was tweaked. That was probably it.<br />

She leaned forward, not coy, not coquettish, not breaking eye<br />

contact for an instant in the longwave gloom. I could smell the<br />

lemony tang of pheromones and synthetics mingling on her skin.

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