The consent condition read like a clerk had been asked to fit a wound inside a form.
The condition named the subject as deceased, unclaimed, unconsulted, and available for emergency response routing.
Ty handled the first three words better than the last.
They were awful, but they stayed on the page. Available reached farther. It crossed the drawer, the boot mark, the old body, and the shelter feed, then found the part of him that still answered when someone sounded scared.
He looked at Omina's mark.
His feet stayed behind it.
That had to count somewhere, even if the room refused to give him credit.
He counted it anyway, because nobody else would.
Zunoder read the condition with care. His voice carried less pleasure than Ty expected, which made the words harder to strike.
"Available is assignment language, not ownership by itself."
Omina watched the page instead of him.
"Please tell me that sentence has a second half."
