"Luthor would never pan out it a worthwhile manner, and Brugh, sweet as she was," Ah, sarcasm, "Is nineteen, and comatose in the pod caverns, besides. To be honest, it was never my intention to do anything."

She shrugged, one-shouldered, as if it didn't matter. That he was the best option to begin with had been the driving force behind playing the field. Motoko tended not to cope well with attachment.

"I guess I finally got fed up with waiting around."