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"What Backups?"
Erin smiled. "Right."

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EAST-WEST CALOS ISLAND NEWSNET
FLASH BULLETIN 11:72:00 09/44/2251

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KEYWORDS: ACCIDENTS/DIME RIVER/FISHING/LIND CORPORATION/ROBOTICS

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Robotic work force magnate Erin Lind was killed today in a tragic
fishing accident in the Dime River of East Calos. CISaRNet
received Lind's death call at exactly 10:50:91 ITZ. Her husband,
Duane Lind, claims Erin fell overboard while fishing earlier this
morning and was killed by his filament line when his lure mistook
her for prey. It will take 74 hours for her replacement body to be
taken out of cold storage and loaded with her Backup. In the
meantime Lind Corporation will be run by Lind's Estate AI by the
legal authority of Duane Lind. He claims no changes in policy will
occur, and all decisions will be made by his wife's Backup until
the new body is ready.

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Erin jumped, startled, and her patched-in motor reflexes
interpreted it as an order to move sideways 1.5 meters at full
speed. Erin slammed into something that fell over and sent her
spinning away. The world blurred in front of her. She knew where
she was, but she had not expected the transition to be so abrupt.
Gyros buzzed and groaned inside her, fighting to keep her
upright. Arms longer than her body flailed and thrashed at the
air. Her vision would not clear, the scan lines couldn't keep up
with the motion. Through all this confusion, Erin found she knew
exactly how many times she'd spun around and exactly which
direction she was facing at any instant. One arm caught something
and she stopped herself. Her arms were frighteningly long, and
everything around her was tall, too tall, tall and thin and
distorted. A terrible feeling welled up inside her, the feeling
that she was having a nightmare, but she knew with electronic
certainty she was not.
The thing that she'd knocked over was another robot, a 2200
industrial model programmed as a technician. Conscious of her lack
of grace, Erin inched over to the machine and helped it right
itself. "Sorry about that," she said. Her voice came out with the
definite twang of an artificial voice, a male artificial voice at
that.