Chapter 64

“I knew there was something wrong,” she said and wept into her hands. “I knew it, I knew it, I knew it.”

“You’ll be okay,” he said, and his voice sounded a deeper than it had in the Cerebrum.

“Seven?” she asked, looking up.

The agent in the bed on her other side peered around her. He was just as dark.

“Eighty-Eight?” Seven said to the woman, just to confirm that he could still tell who was who. “And Twelve? How do I still know who you are?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

“We’re easier to tell apart IRL.” Twelve shrugged. “What do we do now?”

Before Seven could answer, his stomach made an odd gurgling noise, loud enough that Eighty-Eight looked at him incredulously.

Seven looked down at his stomach. “I think I’m hungry. Food?”