“It’s not quack-pre ,” the heron said, picking up the stone with his beak and turning it over. On the back, in much smaller letters, it read: continued from side A.
He tried it out loud. “Quack... pre?” duck.quackpre
A holographic blueprint shimmered into the air above the pond. It showed Duck’s own brain, but crisscrossed with glowing lines of code. It showed his webbed feet turning into gyroscopic stabilizers. It showed his beak becoming a sonic resonator. “It’s not quack-pre ,” the heron said, picking