[ Murphy's never experienced anything like this in his entire life of seventeen years. There's nothing to feel when they make contact. Or maybe there's no contact at all, something intangible.
His fingers splay, watching the light. The smell. The sound. The thin branching of dendrites. It soaks into his arm, making it glow. Murphy looks around when the glow in his arm dies out. ] I told you I wouldn't shit a brick [ , he murmurs. ]
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His fingers splay, watching the light. The smell. The sound. The thin branching of dendrites. It soaks into his arm, making it glow. Murphy looks around when the glow in his arm dies out. ] I told you I wouldn't shit a brick [ , he murmurs. ]