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The grainy, anemic sounds of Whitney Houston’s “I Want to Dance with Somebody” pulsed in Bril’s auditory implant as they worked. The xenosapien squinted into the casing of the LCD display, making the final hardwire connections of the security camera. They shut the clear case with a satisfied click and looked around.

The honeymoon suite was immaculate. A dozen real bio-roses bloomed in the vase on the marble table by the window, the water…