Chapter Thirteen Page 10
Psst — tomorrow is your artist’s birthday. As a present, maybe gently nudge your friends (family, Internet acquaintances, any bots that follow you, etc) to check out BICP? Oh, and by all means, keep voting!
Bennett: Unless you have someone watching the feed already . . .
Cohen: No. And after you leave, I can order the footage sealed or erased.
It’s just too bad you can’t give me what I really wanted.
Bennett: I don’t think you realize just how desperate I am right now. You have my career in your hands. My reputation. The entire rest of my life!
Cohen: The thing is — Goddammit.
There we go.
The thing is, what I wanted was to like you.
For you to be a person who didn’t need a Being of his own to care about them — and for their own sake, not just because of what they can do for you.
I don’t have a lot of peers in this field. I can barely even find scientists who don’t get frustrated and give up after a few years. Not that I can blame them. They want to be in a field that’s going somewhere.
Even though you had a political reason to take a stand on Beings, I thought —
You acted like her happiness was important! When I didn’t realize you had any ulterior motives, that meant something.