Our medical observation ended the next day, and we were told we were free to go. I saw some of the jiaoren who'd been caught up in falling debris and I suddenly felt like you and I'd gotten off relatively unscathed, at least physically.
Mentally, I wasn't so sure.
"What's eating you?"
I looked up then away from you. Your glasses were one of the casualties of our underwater adventure and without them your gaze seemed even sharper. "Nothing," I said. We were walking down the main street of the Under City having just said our goodbyes to Tuesday and her other jiaoren co-workers.
She explained that since jiaoren are born into a world where they can move both up and down as well as around, that they're better suited to computer work than land-based humans and their lateral thinking.
"Are you hungry?" you asked.
I had to smile at that. "I'm not a dog," I said with feigned annoyance.
