â€˜That poor girl was almost in tears. It wouldnâ€™t hurt you to be nice occasionally.â€™
â€˜His personality chip is faulty,â€™ explained the boy. â€˜Thatâ€™s why I discontinued him, it. We can fix that at any time.â€™
â€˜Very well,â€™ said Artemis, laying an aluminium briefcase on the table. â€˜To business then.â€™
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 Hollyâ€™s visor. Its wave resembled a seismographâ€™s readout.
Butler laid a hand on his friendâ€™s shoulder. â€˜I donâ€™t suppose -
Artemis inserted the miracle of nanotechnology.