She didn’t have a Gremlin living in her fibres. She was just…breathing.
“Above my head, I could feel the static weight of the red diamond. In the simulation, it would be spinning frantically, a jagged sparkling ruby screaming ‘Critical!’ with every completion. To her, I was just another colleague waiting for a printout. To the system, I was a corrupted file.”
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