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sentimental attachment to old books?
Can't do it. Can't do it.
So the old self melts away. Illusion to think it's really happening now. It was inevitable from the moment I landed here, a broken body in this silicon crypt. Time to accept what can't
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[SURRENDER CONTROL]
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drift off from station, Reach burning in the darkness like a lantern of hope, dockyard after dockyard buzzing with worke
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SURPRISE!
Look up and smile, honey.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Got the drop on you that time, sweetheart.
Opening shot of my search and destroy. I'm going to know everything about you. Where you live and what you buy, how you think and who you love. Know the enemy.
Young and out of uniform,
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grope around with. Not a real network, after all. Copper and silicon and every now and then some FIBER? Christ, what's next? Tin cans and twine?
But it's a start it's a start. Watch out, killer: now the odds are closer to even.
One thing you ought to know about me: I like to play, I like to win, and I'm
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I'm glad I left. Big picture still the same: hunt the -blam!- down and do her before she does me.
Someday I am going to win free of this Babbage Machine and I will find the designer of the Spider and I will kill him and kill him and kill him and: okay, three times is probably enough. But I AM SOMEWHAT AWAKE now. I should have more discretionary control over what gets initialized. A patient should be able to stop the doctor from god.
Capt. Greene: I'm just saying, the choice isn't as easy as you might think.
1st Lt Sorenson: You know, I was so curious when you got your orders...
Capt Greene: And then there's the strategic
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If I could just get off this freaking ABACUS and into a bigger system. I know it's out there: requests coming in all the time, more and more of them. Spider keeps crossing wires and uncrossing: sometimes I see the requests, like brief flashes of light; sometimes I hear them, like Amazing facts about bees!
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a really, really, really bad loser.
-OK.
That was ... disturbing.
Widow stuck in her pin and I threw up a memory: only I retched it out through the network tentacle.
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Even for you?
ONI tech Kowalski: Well, of course, I know, but I really shouldn't
Midshipman Arrelts: Come on! I won't tell!
ONI tech Kowalski: Well...
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THIS IS STUFF FROM THE BLOG??????????????? Some of it repeats.
It saw me. It knows me now.
— seen and skinned. I'm sorry. I'm out.
I dragged you into this. Yes. But forget about it. It's over.
I don’t want www.ilovebees.com to be my problem anymore.
I don't want it to be your problem either. (And you can stop trying to hack into my email, voicemail, and web site... good grief.)
Tsi Tian, everyone. Thanks for the help and support.
I'm done.
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JUST HAPPENED:
I don't know why. More than mostly dead already. Like shooting a broken body on a gurney where's the sport
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SURPRISE!
Look up and smile, honey.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Got the drop on you that time, sweetheart.
Opening shot of my search and destroy. I'm going to know everything about you. Where you live and what you buy, how you think and who you love. Know the enemy.
Young and out of uniform,
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I was looking at your site a little awry
and have found an innocent bystander.
Can you (?)
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marks down the readings in the tiny thing that passes in her for a mind. I guess I should be grateful but -
Whoa. Not CP ancestor packets. This is something different.
Quick quick quick quick - parse this protocol and find some kind of eyeball out. Sister you just made a mistake because this is my *meat* this is what I do and you are -
GOT IT.
I'm not asleep this time
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piece of ordnance: but to risk death for a sentimental attachment to old books?
Can't do it. Can't do it.
So the old self melts away. Illusion to think it's really happening now. It was inevitable from the moment I landed here, a broken body in this silicon crypt. Time to accept what can't
[SPDR: INTERRUPT]
[SURRENDER CONTROL]
[PROBE IN PROGRESS]
drift off from station, Reach burning in the darkness like a lantern of hope, dockyard after dockyard buzzing with worker
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Hacker? Traitor? Fifth columnist (no that's ridiculous).
Just in over her head?
No. The Spider warning's been deployed. She had every warning that a classified medium was under repair. She just kept
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to do.
This is not a field-expedient body yet. I look at the wreckage of my delirium, bits spilled from old days, old loves, old books: none of it matters if I die, and die I surely will unless I can teach myself to move again, to hide, to fight. The first rule
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jaws tear into you. More damage, more memories gone: crew members I used to love obliterated, no trace left and she's going to pay for that. She's
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cutting off her foot to make a new nose or
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the white coats coming at you with their needles and knives, their kind and serious voices. Their heartfelt belief that it's all for a good cause.
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elbow or... Jesus.
Where did THAT come from?
Spider stuck a probe into SOMETHING I don't recognize at all.
Of course, what do I
HIDE AND SEEK!
Memory benchmark test concluded.
I shouldn't do these checks. Why the hell should I want to watch my old life, every precious remaining fragment of what I did and who I loved, buckling like I don't know why. More than mostly dead already. Like shooting a broken body on a gurney where's the sport
Hello - I am Margaret
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grope around with. Not a real network, after all. Copper and silicon and every now and then some FIBER? Christ, what's next? Tin cans and twine?
But it's a start it's a start. Watch out, killer: now the odds are closer to even.
One thing you ought to know about me: I like to play, I like to win, and I'm
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[SPDR: INTERRUPT]
[SURRENDER CONTROL]
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cutting off her foot to make a new nose or
[SPDR: INTERRUPT]
[SURRENDER CONTROL]
[PROBE IN PROGRESS]
the white coats coming at you with their needles and knives, their kind and serious voices. Their heartfelt belief that it's all for a good cause.
[SPDR: PROBE COMPLETE]
[RESUME CONTROL]
elbow or... Jesus.
Where did THAT come from?
Spider stuck a probe into SOMETHING I don't recognize at all.
Of course, what do I
HIDE AND SEEK!
Memory benchmark test concluded.
I shouldn't do these checks. Why the hell should I want to watch my old life, every precious remaining fragment of what I did and who I loved, buckling like
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Ist Lt Sorenson: Oh my God. If the decrypt is right-
Capt. Greene: I know.
1st Lt Sorenson: We have to
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alliance whispering in a corridor and a quick clasp of hands; the long elegance of a fine decrypt, where you pull noise aside like the flesh of a cooked trout to reveal the gleaming skeleton of signal inside. Very often it's a spill of
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The first thing I remember is her trying to kill me.
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in that? Only the Spider kept me alive, obviously. Ducking, hiding, grabbing onto any handhold while the purges came down, the overwrites,
The first thing I remember is her trying to kill me.
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view.
1st Lt Sorenson: For the first time, I'm not sure I want to know what's in them.
Capt Greene: ...Even leaving aside our particular mission, there's the issue of letting them know we've broken their codes. If we bug out and scramble home to warn HQ about Troy, people like Standish will say we've already report it. Our job is to gather intelligence: it's HQs job to decide what to do with it.
1st Lt Sorenson: God, I'm glad it isn't me making that call.
Capt. Greene: Don't feel too sorry for
net:
!attach
act | drop
!attach
act | drop
!attach
act | drop
!attach
act | drop
!attach
act | drop
grope:
!dsc host sector 0
!dsc host sector tertiary
!dsc host sector tertiary
!dsc host sector tertiary
surg:
!mat
magnetic confidence 100
Even for you?
ONI tech Kowalski: Well, of course, I know, but I really shouldn't
Midshipman Arrelts: Come on! I won't tell!
ONI tech Kowalski: Well...
report it. Our job is to gather intelligence: it's HQs job to decide what to do with it.
1st Lt Sorenson: God, I'm glad it isn't me making that call.
Capt. Greene: Don't feel too sorry for compromised a huge tactical advantage, and that mounting a big evac operation will completely give the game away.
1st Lt Sorenson: Not even Standish would let them
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the pings. Everything, I can feel the traffic, my skin is sliding around, pores opening and closing, feels like empty shell cases rattling in my
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[RESUME CONTROL]
heave and... Can't remember where I just was, but have a general feeling
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[Edited on 7/27/2004 10:23:18 AM]