“Not… today,” Olivia said, releasing her hoof. “You’ve got a choice here, Gruber. I hope you’ll make the right one.” She shook herself off, trying to remove the bits of clinging glass. “You can live in luxury, or let us do what we want to your brain while your body is on ice. Don’t think it’s just a peaceful sleep, because it’s not. I promise to make the process as unpleasant as possible.”