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She
looked
at
me
with
infinite
sadness
and
shook
her
head
.
"
What
about
Suzy
?
"
I
asked
her
.
"
Suzy
’
s
dead
.
Ray
is
dead
.
They
died
in
their
surge
tanks
.
"
"
How
?
Why
them
,
and
not
me
?
"
"
Something
about
particles
of
paint
blocking
intake
filters
.
Not
enough
to
make
a
difference
over
short
distances
,
but
enough
to
kill
them
on
the
trip
out
here
.
"
I
think
some
part
of
me
had
always
suspected
.
It
felt
less
like
shock
than
brutal
disappointment
.
"
But
Suzy
seemed
so
real
,
"
I
said
.
"
Even
the
way
she
had
doubts
about
how
long
she
’
d
been
in
the
tank
…
even
the
way
she
remembered
previous
attempts
to
wake
her
.
"
The
glass
mannequin
approached
our
table
.
Greta
waved
him
away
.
"
I
made
her
convincing
,
the
way
she
would
have
acted
.
"
"
You
made
her
?
"
