Gabe thought he was decent at research, but none of his searches turned up anything the least bit useful. He was beginning to worry that there wasn’t anything in the data set from Hope that would help them root out an invasive AI.

“Lord, help me—I’m getting nothing here,” he whispered.

Just waiting for you to ask.

Gabe wasn’t sure if the voice was in his head or in the room. Probably the former, since Tori wasn’t paying any attention to it. On the other hand, when Tori was focused, the room could come down around her, and she wouldn’t notice. Gabe didn’t want to interrupt her concentration to ask about the voice.

Still, could that be God? He’d never had God speak to him directly before.

He was probably...

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