“The implication,” he tried again, forcing each word through a throat that felt stuffed with gravel, “is that… people… use pretty math… to hide ugly history.”
“Why are you talking to me?” he asked. The bluntness was not aggression. It was efficiency. syndrome du savant autisme
Gabriel stopped fluttering. He stared at a point just past her left ear. “Yes.” “The implication,” he tried again, forcing each word
He was still a Ferrari with cardboard steering. But maybe, just maybe, he had finally found a mechanic who understood the engine. ” he tried again
Dr. Vance nodded, unfazed. “Brilliant, as always. But the question was about socio-political implication, not architectural correction.”