Anything we might have said after that was drowned out by Chunhua’s techno-telepathic barbarian yawp. It surged through our brains and curled our toes.
As a unit we all cried the same question back to her, “WTF?!”
“I got it!” She yelled. “Mine, I tell you! Mine!”
Did you know that you can hear someone cackle like an evil witch through nanotech cellular service? You can, because Chu let off something that left claw marks inside my skull and made my bladder twitch.
I got up and booked to the next room, along with almost anyone else in a leadership position. 410 got crowded in seconds. That’s the power of technologically enhanced twitch reflexes, I guess.
Chunhua was sitting on the floor with the most disturbing, moist-eyed, teeth-bared expression of bloodthirsty triumph on her face I’d ever seen. Any alien, zombie, sociopathic turd, or giant monster would have trembled in the face of a loaded Chunhua Yan. Something, or someone was going to die, and I thanked my lucky stars that it wasn’t me.
“What is yours?” I asked, since I was standing right in front of her.
“I hacked it.” She beamed up at me.
“You rock.” I gasped in awe. “There has never been rock that rocks as completely as you rock. No topography has ever been so stony and rigid as your rocktasticness in this moment. I am honored to be in your presence.”
“Jesus Christ, Frank, d’ you think you could pour it on a little harder than that?” Shawn kicked me in the shin.
“Not without a fire hose.”