Timothy called Hana to his garage in Tondo, and she arrived an hour later.
She walked in holding coffee, stopped mid-step, and stared at it without speaking. Timothy watched her face. Hana was shocked.
"You actually did it," she said.
Timothy took the coffee from her and set it on a workbench. "I needed a baseline."
"That is not a baseline. That is a finished car. How did you do that?"
Timothy just flashed his neurolyzer on Hana and then spoke.
"It is a prototype. Believe it that way."
Hana acknowledged with a tranced response.
"Yes."
Hana walked a slow circle around it. She crouched to look at the diffuser, ran her eyes along panel gaps, checked the wing mounts, then stood and looked through the side glass at the interior. She reached for the door handle and stopped.
"Is it safe to touch," she asked, deadpan.
Timothy gave a short exhale. "It will not bite."
