some sleep? It sounds like there’s a whole construction crew in your brain and they are all drilling and jackhammering and bulldozing.”
“Wow. That’s exactly what it feels like inside my head,” I say in awe. “How can you tell?”
“I am connected. Wirelessly.”
Her voice is cryptic in the darkened room and it gives me a shiver. “What are you talking about?” I ask her with a nervous laugh, wondering if she somehow hacked into my head. But she does not respond. She is already asleep.
“Goodnight, Scar,” I tell her softly.
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