Round 88 Transcript

I glance at the sybian's vibration motor, then toward Jeane's impatiently flaring wings. "Technical masturbation? Hardly." The machine whirs steadily beneath my hands. "This is structural engineering with a perverse application. If you want to satisfy the building with cock, by all means—find one. I'm keeping us from having to ride this damn thing for hours."

I hand Halie the welder. "You're good with blessings and morale. Make sure no one's getting road rash from this contraption when it inevitably malfunctions." My fingers tighten on a screw driver. "I'm betting three circuits before someone cries uncle."