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The tech frowned. "In theory., yes. In practical terms, it's hopeless. Remember, her personality was
never recorded. The accident almost completely randomized her emotional structure-technically she's not
even human. Given a decade or two of extremely delicate memory probing, we could maybe construct a
facsimile. But it would only resemble the original; it could never be the primary Elin Donnelly."



Elin could dimly make out the equipment for five more waterfalls, but they were not in operation at the
moment. She wondered why.
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The attorney made a rude noise. "Well then, go ahead and do it. I wash my hands of this whole mess."



The tech bent over Elin to reposition a bone inductor. "This won't hurt a bit," he promised. "Just pretend
that you're at the dentist's, having your teeth replaced."



She ceased to exist.



The new Elin Donnelly gawked at everything-desk work-ers in their open-air offices, a blacksnake
sunning itself by the path, the stone stairs cut into the terrace walls. Her lawyer led her through a stand of
saplings no higher than she and into a meadow.



Butterflies scattered at their approach. Her gaze went from them to a small cave in the cliffs ahead, then
up to the stars, as jumpy and random as the butterflies' flight.



"-So you'll be stuck on the moon for a full lunation- almost a month-if you want to collect your
settlement. I. G. Feuchtwaren will carry your expenses until then, drawing against their final liability. Got
that?"



And then-suddenly, jarringly-Elin could focus again. She took a deep breath. "Yes," she said. "Yes,
I-okay."



"Good." The attorney canceled her judicial-advisory wetware, yanking the skull plugs and briskly