There seemed something ominous about that finality. But he had paid a price for the kit, hadn't he? Who knew what price, when it came to that? He had every right to get everything out of the kit that he could.
He read the unfolding page critically. The odd assortment of ill-matched parts left in the box took a new shape in his mind and under his fingers....
Manet gave one final spurt from the flesh-sprayer and stood back.
Victor was finished. Perfect.
Manet stepped forward, lifted the model's left eyelid, tweaked his nose.
"Move!"
Victor leaped back into the Lifo kit and did a jig on one of the flesh-sprayers.
As the device twisted as handily as good intentions, Manet realized that it was not a flesh-sprayer but the Modifier.
"It's finished!" were Victor's first words. "It's done!"
Manet stared at the tiny wreck. "To say the least."