Chapter 6 — Rowhammer Lashes
She felt unease sitting at the desk.
The wax would take a time of its own, to melt; thus she had a tingling sensation, that required… something.
The “something” was a change of clothing.
She went to the locker, and got changed — snazzier boots, that fit comfortably. She changed also the casual but comfortable cashmir tee, into a moist-preserving Green Standard uniform.
She sat down again at the terminal.
She closed her eyes, and concentrated. The wax was melting. It was always such a funny feeling, like something you’d naturally want to prevent. But it was a natural reaction for anything blocking your most sensitive sense, hearing.
The waxy substance continued its journey, through to the most ancient of synthetic bodyparts: Trinital Matrix.
Investigation is ready to begin.
