“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You have that expression.”
“What expression?”
“The one you had when you told me my blue mug looked terrible.”
“It does.”
“It is efficient.”
“It has a chip.”
“So do many useful things.”
Arthur looked at me.
Then laughed once.
I picked up the mug.
The chip fit beneath my thumb.
For years, the objects in Julian’s world had all needed to look expensive enough to prove something.
Platinum watch.
Crystal glasses.
Silver.
Cars.