"By chanting in ancient latin," Poe said wryly, but the thing wobbled and fell back into his palm the second he replied. He sighed and gripped it, looking at Finn.

"I don't know. I just - think real hard about it, I guess. Like trying to move a muscle that I can't feel. I don't know how to explain it."

He put the chip in his pocket.

"I guess in my sleep I... remember how to control it. That's the only way I can explain it."