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'
Where
’
s
he
gone
now
?
’
Molly
asked
.
'
Another
injection
,
probably
,
’
3Jane
said
,
straightening
up
.
'
He
was
quite
impatient
for
your
arrival
.
I
think
it
might
be
fun
to
nurse
you
back
to
health
,
Molly
.
’
She
smiled
,
absently
wiping
a
bloody
hand
down
the
front
of
the
robe
.
'
Your
leg
will
need
to
be
reset
,
but
we
can
arrange
that
.
’
'
What
about
Peter
?
’
'
Peter
.
’
She
gave
her
head
a
little
shake
.
A
strand
of
dark
hair
came
loose
,
fell
across
her
forehead
.
'
Peter
has
become
rather
boring
.
I
find
drug
use
in
general
to
be
boring
.
’
She
giggled
.
'
In
others
,
at
any
rate
.
My
father
was
a
dedicated
abuser
,
as
you
must
have
seen
.
’
Molly
tensed
.
'
Don
’
t
alarm
yourself
.
’
3Jane
’
s
fingers
brushed
the
skin
above
the
waistband
of
the
leather
jeans
.
'
His
suicide
was
the
result
of
my
having
manipulated
the
safety
margins
of
his
freeze
.
I
’
d
never
actually
met
him
,
you
know
.
I
was
decanted
after
he
last
went
down
to
sleep
.
But
I
did
know
him
verywell
.
The
cores
know
everything
.
I
watched
him
kill
my
mother
.
I
’
ll
show
you
that
,
when
you
’
re
better
.
He
strangles
her
in
bed
.
’
'
Why
did
he
kill
her
?
’
Her
unbandaged
eye
focused
on
the
girl
’
s
face
.
'
He
couldn
’
t
accept
the
direction
she
intended
for
our
family
.
She
commissioned
the
construction
of
our
artificial
intelligences
.
She
was
quite
a
visionary
.
She
imagined
us
in
a
symbiotic
relationship
with
the
AI
’
s
,
our
corporate
decisions
made
for
us
.
Our
conscious
decisions
,
I
should
say
.
Tessier
Ashpool
would
be
immortal
,
a
hive
,
each
of
us
units
of
a
larger
entity
.
Fascinating
.
I
’
ll
play
her
tapes
for
you
,
nearly
a
thousand
hours
.
But
I
’
ve
never
understood
her
,
really
,
and
with
her
death
,
her
direction
was
lost
.
All
direction
was
lost
,
and
we
began
to
burrow
into
ourselves
.
Now
we
seldom
come
out
.
I
’
m
the
exception
there
.
’
'
You
said
you
were
trying
to
kill
the
old
man
?
You
fiddled
his
cryogenic
programs
?
’
