She slid between the sheets with a hiss of silk against satin."Lights out," she murmured, and the apartment computer complied,obedient, faithful.Faithful.For years, GENOM has been her creed, her catechism, her god. She had been its good and faithful servant, and had been rewarded with paradise on earth.In the dark, as she drifted into the threshold between wakefulness and sleep, Kate could admit to herself that it was no longer enough. Her faith was dead. Her god was a hollow idol.And what had seemed Paradise was as much a prison.And even though she could never acknowledge it while fully awake, not even to herself, she didn't care any more.Absolute good.Absolute evil.When it came time to make a choice, she knew what side she would be on.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.