Scout Halo-foot's phosphorescence isn’t the latest holographic app; she doesn’t know what her sole’s variable light is, but it’s not software she bought. “New ice, one atom thick?” she asks Astrolady. “Huh?” Astrolady can't see small-scale auras of earthlings (reentry speed fried her brain). Savvy Silversort willingly follows Scout Halo-foot, insists her glow is a liDAR beacon marking worthy exchange.
Are you stroking your pre-frontal cortex yet?
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