Yeah, [ Tony says, at her ah, filling in the blank. ] Fun part will be figuring out how to power a sustained heat-based glyph with that much oomph and not catch the whole thing on fire. Oh, the humanity, et cetera.

[ He picks up her notes, watching her write. He has something he wans to ask. More critical than the subject of Venatori treachery, of his slow death she carried herself away from getting too close to, of the substance of the reality they shared together, a month like, five years long.

Nonchalantly; ]

What'd you think about the robot?