“Can I have this dance?” Jacob asked.
“Where do you get this stuff?” Luke asked. “Dance?”
Jacob wasn’t sure where his memories came from. For the last sixteen or so years he’d remained suspended in a liquid, attached to TOM who fed him various pieces of information that were critical to their mission. And so it was possible that music had nothing to do with that mission and it was also possible that music had everything to do with their mission. And dancing? It seemed essential.
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