“How are you feeling?” Vita asked him as he woke up next to her the following morning.
The alarm had just set off, and she had stopped it. A shy sun shone through the rolled-down curtain. Terrence blinked a couple of times then smiled.
“I feel . . . great. I really do.”
He felt changed too. Deeply changed. He now felt what Tim Leary must have felt the first time he had taken LSD. But was it the same? Just a terrific acid trip?
“The Synth will still be active for a few hours. Enjoy it while it lasts.”
Vita got out of bed.
“Your coffee will never taste so good, I promise . . .”