“I’m wet,” Maggie whispered, feeling a rush of shame at her loss of control.
“Yes, I know.” Charlotte looked everywhere except the camera.
“Why? It’s been weeks since…”
“Yeah, about that. The nanites didn’t work.” Charlotte gave an embarrassed chuckle. “I guess thirty-eight sixes was just one too many. But don’t worry. It should be easily fixable.”
“So it’s not because of…” Maggie paused. “Eliza?”
Charlotte shook her head. “I doubt it. You weren’t there long enough to have any long-term effects.”
“I needed diapers at night for more than a week afterwards,” Maggie pointed out.
Charlotte leaned closer to the camera and whispered: “24/7, for forty-one years.”