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“People already have developed useful technology with that,” Q said, turning to look at her. “It’s like the chip in your credit card, or when you can sync a pass with your phone by tapping it. No one wasted any new innovation on cell phone monsters–they just used old technology is a new way. That’s been happening since technology existed–and it’s hardly great power to modify existing code.” He picked up his glasses off the desk and slid them on so he could focus on her. “You’re new, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question.
       Min shrugged. She felt a lot more stupid than she was willing to admit, but considering that she was speaking to a quartermaster (or at least, who she could assume to be a quartermaster, considering his condescending air and tone), there was no doubt that he would know things she didn’t. “Yes.” Min finally responded, doing her best to mask whatever offense she might have taken at his attitude. “And you’re not.” If she could get past his haughty attitude, she felt she might be able to make some allies, and maybe even friends, in MI6.













