“Unless... she... she would have had to overwrite the kill session protocol,” she mumbled to herself.

       She put a hand to her forehead.

       The number of people with the level of access required to append Libra’s core logic numbered less than ten and Rena was one of them. The other nine she knew personally.

       “She could have killed me.”

       Rena looked around her apartment in a daze. The furniture, coated in dust, sat pushed against the wall with hasty inconsistency, parted to make room for the immersion chair. Emptied bottles of flavored electrolyte supplements lay strewn about, and a half-eaten pizza sat open, growing mold like peach fu...

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