None of them understand it. Royce insists more and more forcefully that it shouldn’t be possible - that the Transistor is all but inert now, with the owner nulled. And all of them know the city was full of the Process, full of dangers for a lone animal. Even if it had somehow been able to use the Transistor, it would have to reach it first.
“Impossible, quite impossible,” Royce murmurs, lighting another cigarette.
But Grant looks at Asher, stretched out among the golden fields, the cat purring happily on his chest and a real smile on his face - the kind of smile Grant hadn’t seen since the first time Asher sent the Transistor flying from his hands.
“You know? I think I don’t mind impossible this time.”