I was nose down again in orbital manifests when Yongki asked me to come try some new training sim he was running in the Genesis engine.
I hadn't checked in on the kid since he figured out that he'd been archived against his will, so I dragged myself across campus to his lab.
He plugged us into his sim, but it just looked like one of the same arctic scenarios he'd already run by me.
Yongki dialed something in midair, and the wind started howling louder.
Then he leaned in so our fur hoods were almost touching, and said he needed a place to talk where no one could hear us.
He wanted to know if Uma had 'gotten to me.'
I told him he was way out of line.
After a long pause, he asked if I'd sit in with him when he confronted her about the recording thing.
I said sure, and he killed the sim.
On the way back to my office, I wondered if he might've left me on the ice otherwise.