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Like programming, he said, “It was irresponsible. She should have said
no. The room was full of intoxicated, rowdy people and you are too
valuable an asset.”
Rava rested her head against the smooth wood side of the AI’s chassis
and closed her eyes, ignoring her brother and the f lat picture in her
goggles. Her fingers rolled the slick plastic head of the cable, building a
picture in her mind of the white square and the f lat gold cord
stretching from it. She slid the cable forward until it jarred against the
socket. Rotating the head, Rava focused all her attention on the
tiny clues of friction vibrating up her arm. This was a simple,
comprehensible problem.
She didn’t want to think about what would happen if she couldn’t
repair the damage.
Being unable to download her old memories meant Cordelia would
have to delete he