"Did you get the message I sent via Mind-I? Heatherberries?" I asked, sitting and adjusting Jezebel's bulk on my lap.
Franco and Moon shared a look.
"We took out our Mind-Is," Franco said. "They've been causing some weird technical glitches in some people lately."
"Weird how?" The words came out like a bark.
"Total strangers with Mind-Is acting in perfect synchronization, several break-ins at power and water treatment plants where the people have no recollection afterward." Franco shook his head, his brow furrowed. "Almost everyone I know has removed their Mind-I."
It seemed as though whoever was pulling the marionette strings of those with Mind-Is had been busy. Had areas already been infected with the consumectalon parasites to drive the hybrids into a killing spree?
"That's good that you removed yours," I said.
Moon leaned forward and placed her hand on my knee, her dark gaze imploring. "Tell us."