“Fascinating,” said Vini, who had been waiting for an opening. “May I touch it?”
“That’s not necessary. I’ve been told it doesn’t feel any different.”
But that did not stop Vini. She moved her chair closer to his and proceeded to touch him—first his forehead, then his cheeks, and finally his neck. Johnathan began fidgeting uncomfortably.
“You’re right,” she said at last. “It does feel the same. Of course, it’s hard to tell precisely through the gloves of my own uniform. Why don’t you come along with me to the Sick Bay so I can examine it in more detail?”
“Well, I…uh, I could give you the genetic formula, if you’d like. This special skin is a feature all androids are given.”
“Really?”
“Uh, yes.” Vini had not taken her hands away from him, and Johnathan was showing distinct signs of ne
