第3章云牵月2CloudTetered Mo(第6页)
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People,"
Xsaid,sittingoppositehim,ingpartsofahandgun."
Or,tobeprecise,strictlyselectedandbiologicallymodifiedindividualswhosenervoussystemsformastableewiththesystemsatrix."
Shereassembledtheedpartswithaspeedthatwasalmostablur,yeteaentwasmethodicalandflawless.Afinal,definitiveclicksigheonwaswholeagain.Sherackedtheslide,checkedthemeism,ejectedthemagazine,andclearedthechamber.
“‘CrimsonTide,’”
shesaid,plagthepistolonthecoffeetableandpushingittowardhim,“beforehebecameakillerwiththatcode,wasaterminaldidate.”
Hergazemethis,flatanddirect.“Hefailed.Thesystemrejectedhissciousness.Theresultermabraindamage,afracturedpersonality.Afterthat…hebecameapureinstrument.”
Santalipickedupthepistol.ABeretta92FS,classicmodel,impeccablymaintaihecheckeredgripfeltcoolagainsthisskin.Theweightdistributionwaseven,thebalanceperfect...entirelystandard,nomodifications.
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Isthisatest?"
heasked,hisfiragtheserialnumber.
“Atool,”
Nyxltered,hertoneflat.“You’llneedaon.I’twatchyourbackeverywhere.”
Apracticalexcuse.Santalisawthetruecalculus:arminghimwasariskassessment.Shebelievedhemightuseit,butnotagainsther.
Orrather,shebelievedshecouldralizehimifheturned.
Asubtleformoftrust,builtoerrence.
Hesetthepistoldownwithaquietfinality.“Thesystem’sflaw,”
hesaid,hisfocussnappingbacktothedots.“Itneedsanewphysicalterminaleverycycle.Thegeovercreatesa72-hourwindowofinstability.Whenistheone?”
“Seventeendaysfromnow,”
Xsaid.“TheactiveTerminalhasbeeionalforoverfiveyears.It’snearingitslimit.ThereplatsequencewillrunatthemainArcticfacility—wherethesystemsignalstrengthishighest.”
Santalilookedup,hisunfocusedvioleteyes"
seeing"
her."
Youwanttomakeamovethen."
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Iplantoinfiltratethen,"
Xcorrected."
Retrievethesystemscoredata.Then…I’llsee."
“Seewhat?”
“Seewhatthetruthturnsouttobe.”
Xroseandwalkedtothewindow."
Ifthesystemistruly,astheWhitesclaimed—atooltotrol,even‘prune’Aristsatthesciousnesslevel—thenI’llscrubit.Ifit’sjust…anotherformofimmortalityexperiment,I’llextractwhat’susefulanddisappear.Food.”
Arationalplan.Santaliappreciatedtherationality,eveveileddeepermotives.
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Whatdoyouneedmetodo?"
Heloweredhisgazetothecoldpistolrestingonhisknee.
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