It glowed, they said. A soft, sleepy amber. And it was waiting.
“My mother was a mining drone,” Maura said. She walked straight up to Vesper, reached past the glowing panel, and grabbed her by the collar. her glowing buttflap is a trap
Maura hauled her upright. “You have the right to remain silent. You also have the right to have that ridiculous mod surgically removed in lockup.” It glowed, they said