Chapter 25

Jamison leaned against the wall near the passcode pad. Nessa placed her hand over her implant screen.

“500?” She repeated. “Akronians now only live to 90 or 100 if we’re healthy.”

“We live to 10,000,” he said. “Probably different biochemistries.”

He hoisted up his backpack, then furrowed his brows for a second. He lowered it again.

“I almost forgot,” he said, and retrieved the nourishment packets from under the touch-screen homework tablet.

Nessa’s mouth watered, and she tapped the floor.

“Put them here,” she told him.

He dropped them in a heap. She examined each, and flashed a grin at him

“Appreciate it,” she said.

He gave her a curt nod, shouldered his backpack, and focused on the passcode pad. With a stroke of the touch-screen, the shield imprisoned Nessa again.

Jamison sauntered away. Light encased him, and then it vanished, taking him with it.