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sunk slowly into the darkness of the river. Her interface, passing
out of range of the signal blocker, began sending the death call.

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Slowly rising in volume, but still just barely audible,
alpha-state cycle music swirled around Erin . . . piano notes
hitting in precise, beautiful harmony across the sad bursts of the
saxophone. Erin sat up, staring at the blank, smooth, creme-white


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of a wall. She didn't wonder where she was, she already knew. The
last thing she remembered was going to sleep the night before. Her
current thought, the thought that was in her mind as she became
aware, was her ahnya-ha; the last conscious thought she had before
death.
He killed me. That was it, repeated twice. It was encoded in
her death call, the call that caused this "backup" of her mind to
be loaded into her master computer. She knew the room she was in,
it was a program called Office. Office was designed to allowed her
mind to operate with a phantom body in a phantom space inside her
computer.
"TIM?" Her voice seemed flat; there was no echoing of her
voice from the walls. "TIM, what happened?"
"I have reviewed recorded memories and have decided to
shield you from them to prevent trauma," TIM said, a voice from
the ceiling. It made Erin feel like she was in a tiny box in TIM's
hands, and TIM was staring down at her in pity. "I have evidence
that you were murdered."
"Murdered."
"You were murdered by your husband while you were out
fishing."
"I . . . I thought that was a dream . . ."
"It didn't happen like it did in your dream. However, there
are more important things we must discuss without delay. First,
before any decision is made, you must keep in mind that you are
legally an AI program as long as you're out of a body."
"I am . . . artificial?"
"The law deems you so. You are a program with no legal
rights. This is what is preventing me from turning in your
recorded memories to the police. Since I am an AI, it will be
discounted. You will be deemed an AI until you are loaded into a
body grown from your own DNA."
"But that's all taken care of."
"Unfortunately there is a problem. A woman has broken
through your security and is attempting to disassemble the master
computer we are in at this very moment. By her actions I have