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"Wait a moment. I'm
lost." Wexel shook his head, as if he was trying to knock it back into synch
with the conversation. "I saw the mechanical hooples. Those are bad enough."
He shuddered, indicating he was among Cynes' latest victims. "Are you saying
the live versions are on my station too?"
"He shouldn’t be
making the robot hooples." Genys wanted to curl up and cry. "We erased
all his files and took all the prototypes and locked up the psychotic programmer
working with him." The last encounter her ship had with Cynes and his hooples
had been bad enough. Robotic and organic hooples, on one station?
Please,
Enlo, hasn't my crew been through enough already? It's bad enough we're the Nanny Ship
now. Why Cynes on top of it?
"Still making the
robots," Decker said on a growl. "Even more addicting than the farting
furballs."
"How exactly do they
work?" Wexel glared at Cynes. "The results, I already know. How do they
work, and how do we stop them?"
"They generate a
frequency and a light show, in the ranges that Human eyes and ears can’t consciously
register. It creates an addiction in the brain. You feel great, but you want to
spend all your time playing with it."
"The newest version
of subliminal programming." One of the civilians held out a ball of neon yellow
fur, with four sets of oversized mosquito wings and eight pairs of legs. Genys itched
just looking at it. "We were just realizing what was happening to us when we
saw your crew chasing him. Captain, do you know how to set us free?"
"Is it turned off?"
She didn't care that she was sweating. Her face felt cold enough, she had probably
gone white.
"Still looking for
the data access code, but we've got one of Dr. Tahl's maskers running," Decker
said.
"Bless you."
If she didn't think he would live up to his name with a good right hook, Genys might
have kissed him.
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