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           OneofthemwaswhatyoucallWintermute,whichistheTuringcodeforourBerneAI,althoughtheentitymanipulatingyouisasortofsubprogram.’

           `Oneofthem?There’smore?’

           `Oneother.Butthatonehasn’tspokentomeinyears.Itgaveup,Ithink.Isuspectthatbothrepresentthefruitionofcertaincapacitiesmymotherordereddesignedintotheoriginalsoftware,butshewasanextremelysecretivewomanwhenshefeltitnecessary.Here.Drink.’SheputaflexibleplastictubetoMolly’slips.`Water.Onlyalittle.’

           `Jane,love,’Rivieraaskedcheerfully,fromsomewhereoutofsight,`areyouenjoyingyourself?’

           `Leaveusalone,Peter.’

           `Playingdoctor...’SuddenlyMollystaredintoherownface,theimagesuspendedtencentimetersfromhernose.Therewerenobandages.Theleftimplantwasshattered,alongfingerofsilveredplasticdrivendeepinasocketthatwasaninvertedpoolofblood.

           `Hideo,’3Janesaid,strokingMolly’sstomach,`hurtPeterifhedoesn’tgoaway.Goandswim,Peter.’

           Theprojectionvanished.

           07:58:40,inthedarknessofthebandagedeye.

           `Hesaidyouknowthecode.Petersaid.Wintermuteneedsthecode.’CasewassuddenlyawareoftheChubbkeythatlayonitsnylonthong,againsttheinnercurveofherleftbreast.

           `Yes,’3Janesaid,withdrawingherhand,`Ido.Ilearneditasachild.IthinkIlearneditinadream