I sat. She took the chip, turned it over and over in her fingers. Then she met my gaze again. "More than BTL?" I nodded, swallowing a fist-sized lump that had inexplicably lodged itself in my throat. "I want to put some. conditions on this," I said. "I want you to run this for"- I hesitated-"for one minute. Sixty seconds only. Then I want you to cut it off. And I want you to destroy the chip. Destroy it. Got me?"