“A what?” R.O. asked with puzzlement on her face.
“Sorry, a term from an old-earth novel. If you read the description, you would see that it fits perfectly. It is what I call the Yeu Tinh. I do wish one day it would catch on, it is so much more memorable.”
“You read these novels?” R.O. pointed to the antiques lining the shelf of the wall at his side.
“Yes, of course. I find much pleasure in them.”
“Why not just download them? So much more efficient.”
“My body rejects all implants.”
R.O. recoiled to hear such a horrible thing. She observed instant sympathy for the creature. “I am so sorry. I’ve heard of that in extremely rare cases.”
“Do not be sorry for me. At times I feel sorry for everyone with the implants. There is so much more to life when you read the words for yourself. ‘You
