Page 461 of Black Reign

She stares.

“Right. Blackwell.”

“Correct.”

She picks up one of the chip cases like I gave her crown jewels.

“This architecture isn't public.”

“No.”

“The error correction?”

“Improved.”

“How much?”

“You'll find out.”

She actually makes a little sound.

I have never heard it before.

Possibly sexual.

Interesting.

“This is obscene.”

“I know.”

“Xavier.”

“What?”

“This alone is⁠—”

“Your Christmas present.”

“I was going to get you cuff links.”

“I have cuff links.”

“I know. That was the problem.”

She starts opening compartments.

Now I'm irrelevant.

Wonderful.

She pulls out the FPGA module.

“Is this programmable at hardware level?”

“Yes.”

“Full access?”