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3Jane
nodded
.
'
I
had
help
.
From
a
ghost
.
That
was
what
I
thought
when
I
was
very
young
,
that
there
were
ghosts
in
the
corporate
cores
.
Voices
.
One
of
them
was
what
you
call
Wintermute
,
which
is
the
Turing
code
for
our
Berne
AI
,
although
the
entity
manipulating
you
is
a
sort
of
subprogram
.
’
'
One
of
them
?
There
’
s
more
?
’
'
One
other
.
But
that
one
hasn
’
t
spoken
to
me
in
years
.
It
gave
up
,
I
think
.
I
suspect
that
both
represent
the
fruition
of
certain
capacities
my
mother
ordered
designed
into
the
original
software
,
but
she
was
an
extremely
secretive
woman
when
she
felt
it
necessary
.
Here
.
Drink
.
’
She
put
a
flexible
plastic
tube
to
Molly
’
s
lips
.
'
Water
.
Only
a
little
.
’
'
Jane
,
love
,
’
Riviera
asked
cheerfully
,
from
somewhere
out
of
sight
,
'
are
you
enjoying
yourself
?
’
'
Leave
us
alone
,
Peter
.
’
'
Playing
doctor
.
.
.
’
Suddenly
Molly
stared
into
her
own
face
,
the
image
suspended
ten
centimeters
from
her
nose
.
There
were
no
bandages
.
The
left
implant
was
shattered
,
a
long
finger
of
silvered
plastic
driven
deep
in
a
socket
that
was
an
inverted
pool
of
blood
.
'
Hideo
,
’
3Jane
said
,
stroking
Molly
’
s
stomach
,
'
hurtPeter
if
he
doesn
’
t
go
away
.
Go
and
swim
,
Peter
.
’
The
projection
vanished
.
07
:
58
:
40
,
in
the
darkness
of
the
bandaged
eye
.
