Summary:
<blockquote>Hanh tried not to look at the greasy fingerprints marking the seams on James’ silicone skin. “How do you feel, James?”
“Dizzy.” He swung his legs against the workbench in perfect imitation of the teen he resembled. “But not so much as before.”
The IT guy mashed his hands in an oily towel. He had thick forearms and a purple skullcap. “I replaced the gyroscopic components, but that’s not the source of the problem. His balance processing’s all screwed up, and the gyros are getting banged around. Whatever I put in there’s going to wear out the same.”
Hahn didn’t like the IT guy. “Can he learn to compensate?”</blockquote>
