‘That poor girl was almost in tears. It wouldn’t hurt you to be nice occasionally.’
‘His personality chip is faulty,’ explained the boy. ‘That’s why I discontinued him, it. We can fix that at any time.’
‘Very well,’ said Artemis, laying an aluminium briefcase on the table. ‘To business then.’
Spiro stood on a small red plate on the floor in front of the door. He placed a thumb on a gel-print scanner, held his left eyelid open and enunciated clearly.
A sound file appeared in Holly’s visor. Its wave resembled a seismograph’s readout.
Butler laid a hand on his friend’s shoulder. ‘I don’t suppose -
Artemis inserted the miracle of nanotechnology.