Chapter 10“What do you suppose she meant by that?”
Maris looked over at Ilsa, the double-seater humming beneath them, the cityscape flashing past. He brooded over the question like the clouds that brooded over the city. “Odd, isn't it? Carbon combines with every other element on the periodic table, a chemical w***e. Organicity is life.”
“And she was implying—”
“Corn, coke, trake, and jack.”
“What'd you just say?”
“The only recognizable items left after the nanochines chewed through Eduard Sarfas were his corn, coke, trake, and jack. All his neuratronics. And his dental work, but that's superfluous.”
Ilsa looked bewildered. “I don't understand.”
“Inorganic items, all.”
“You're not implying that the agent is propagated across the neuranet, are you?”
Maris shook his head at her. “No,
