day 8

[Nothing. Blackout.]


day 9

…both…

Clearroom…

… yes.


[[image of self waking, seeing Digby seated behind the desk]]


And so it went, word by word, dredged up from the edges of her mind, putting the picture together. There was time, plenty of time, nothing to do while the Backhoe ’splitted toward its enigmatic destination and her body moved to someone else’s programming, feeding itself and keeping itself clean-nothing to do but struggle to think, to understand what had happened to her.

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