SyntheticChapter 33
Simon woke to a fall. He landed hard on the carpet, hitting limbs that were bruised from so many previous awakenings. He crouched on his knees, staring under the bed, waiting for whatever was to come next. Feet entered his vision a few seconds later, as Henry scooted to the foot of the bed to upon his syn. The man assessed the naked synthetic, waiting long enough for the dread to start looping through the boy. "Simon," said the man. His toes made deep indentations into the rug as he...