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From up ahead, you hear a child quietly singing to herself. You move around a large cedar bole to find a young girl, maybe eight years old, tracing patterns in the ground with a rock. She’s covered in dirt, head to toe. In place of her left hand is a miraculous piece of technology: a prosthesis, gleaming in the sunlight, its fingers suspended in air, held only by her body’s memory of the hand.

As soon as she notices you, she hops to her feet. “Hi! I’m Quisi! What are you doing? Where are you going? What is that? Can I use it?”

Each time you answer a question, she has another one at the ready. It seems like you have a new traveling companion, at least until you can satisfy her curiosity.

Clear Quisi with  to satisfy her curiosity.