Ten
“You remain unconvinced,” Murdoch said, one hand against his chin.
“Unconvinced by what?” Ryann avoided his eyes, looking to the window. The arena was in darkness again, and all she saw was her reflection. She looked haggard, almost as old as she felt.
“By the way we have rendered the NeoGens safe. They cannot attack those who have their lattices protected. And the procedure takes seconds. It’s little more than a tweak, merely a case of adding a specific marker to the lattice protocols.”
She knew he was trying to wow her, but his ideas were too simplistic. “And who gets to choose?” she asked. “Who selects those worthy of protection?”
Murdoch smiled. “Oh, my dear Harris! Are you really so paranoid? This would be a standard tweak. It is not a case of choosing who has it, but of turn
