He hadn't moved or spoken in weeks. Actually he hadn’t moved in decades, but Maria counted only the weeks since he’d been with her this time. It had taken her that long to hook up the electrodes and stimubots, always in pairs, one pair every third day, with an accompanying minuscule increase in power.
This is an entirely fun story, with Stanbrough’s dependable finesse.
Love the ambiguous age and location tied to the totally present experience.
This author writes irresistible past and present and future. Another win.
What a review! Thanks, Nan.