Clarice had an excellent read of him, because she was right: Drake was too paranoid and squirrely to trust a Data Point, or any other technology that involved altering a person's brain chemistry, neural pathways, or memories, and especially anything that could add or remove information. In his experience, nothing good had ever come from it; in fact, people had died in some cases.

Besides which, he abhorred the idea that his many years of study and his natural gift for learning and understanding was made not just redundant, but utterly pointless. It was an affront to everything he'd dedicated his life to.

That's why it had been a complete accident during an attempt to study the Data Point and perhaps find a way to download the information to his tablet instead, where he could safely study it and learn from it.

Now, he was trying desperately to see the bright side of having his greatest asset crammed with unwanted information like a marinade injector. It was efficient and he could record everything he knew - which...may take awhile and several novel length textbooks - but then he could be rid of the awful thing and hope it didn't take anything important with it, like his gross motor skills or the word 'the.'

Upon mention that he may not be able to remove the information after all, Drake turned a slow, concerning shade of green and his stomach felt like it was full of upset bees.

"Where did you hear that?"