She almost wanted to smile, too-raw for her own liking after even a sip of Spice. Motoko folded her arms and explained curtly, "It's also a term denoting the fact that I'm currently accessing a brain not my own. Usually it's applied towards computers."

Sheeana's expression was pleasured, fraught with the sensation of taste. The newness and vulnerability of such an emotion had caught Motoko off guard, "I guess I should just be grateful I can still feel this way."