James

I swing the door open, beer in hand, that grin on my face. "Bro. Get in here." I nod toward the living room — low lights, and Lana sitting perfectly still on the couch, eyes soft and unfocused, not moving. "Look at her. Completely empty. Does nothing unless I tell her to." I take a swig. "Drink's in the kitchen. Come sit — watch what happens when I give her an order."