Karen O’Bien turned to Roed. “You can get back to the brig now. I do thank you for your help.”
Roed sighed. “Yup.” He headed off in the wrong direction.
“Commander!” O’Bien said sharply. “You can’t see Sophie first.”
“She’s right around the corner,” Roed protested.
The Ambassador shook her head. “The point of the brig is for you to turn a corner, but not that one. Think about it. You operated on her without her permission – without anyone’s permission – and made her a conscious mobile person with an addled brain that’s part dead person. Worse, you implanted yourself all over her memory as her great love. Do you think she wants to see you?”
“Definitely! I made sure of that,” Roed said quickly, then looked like he regretted it. “I mean. . . .”
Ambassador O’Bien frowned. “Let me re-word. Do you think you deserve to see her?”
Roed fidgeted morosely and said nothing.
O’Bien gave an exasperated sigh. “Do I have to call security?”
“No,” Roed said, sounding depressed. He headed for the maglev.
“We’ll be watching your tracker,” the DOR called after him.
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