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pecting praise for an excellent term<br />
paper. “Does it work? Endcomm.”<br />
I expected her to flash a congratulatory<br />
smile, but even after the message<br />
reached her and her expression<br />
reached me back, her face remained<br />
somber. Her lips were pressed tight.<br />
I tensed. I resisted the temptation<br />
to speak out of turn.<br />
“Your patch works,” she said after<br />
considering my question for an eternally<br />
long minute. “I tested it using<br />
data from other victim stations. Consortium<br />
plans to recommend a similar<br />
approach. But...doesn’t a fuzzyhuman<br />
neural patch make the bots<br />
too human?” She paused. “I know we<br />
have free will while bots are merely<br />
programmed...we’ve debated this<br />
millions of times...but today...”<br />
Why was Amelie , usually so focused,<br />
getting sidetracked into a futile<br />
philosophical meandering? A beep<br />
made me swivel to a news feed about<br />
a Luddite strike on a Dedalus station.<br />
I gaped at the live stream of the devastation.<br />
I turned to Amelie, who was<br />
biting her lip; she had not yet signaled<br />
endcomm.<br />
“Sorry to interrupt,” I cut in. “The<br />
rogue has struck a Dedalus station.<br />
I’m sure Base will get the feed soon<br />
enough. I must begin implementing<br />
the patch.” My throat pulled; my miniature<br />
voice-enhancers needed servicing.<br />
My words would take time to reach<br />
her.<br />
She was saying, “...rumors that cyber<br />
detectives are talking to Ays...<br />
someone leaked the story...it isn’t<br />
confirmed but...”<br />
Rumors. Who had time for rumors?<br />
I gathered data on the Dedalus attack:<br />
station stats, order of devastation, degree<br />
of damage.<br />
Four minutes passed. Five. Six. I<br />
looked at Amelie; she had stopped<br />
speaking. Her face looked bleached.<br />
Suddenly, I wanted to reach out and<br />
squeeze her hand.<br />
Finally, her voice came through,<br />
a whisper. “I shouldn’t distract you.<br />
Don’t worry about what I said. Bye.”<br />
She terminated contact.<br />
“See you after this rogue gets<br />
solved,” I whispered into nothingness.<br />
A trip to Base was long overdue.<br />
***<br />
A pink blush pervaded the room.<br />
Impressionist masterpieces decorated<br />
Darlene’s peach-colored walls.<br />
Argo paced on a Persian carpet while<br />
diamonds of light danced off silver<br />
figurines.<br />
“What’s going on? Darlene?<br />
Argo?”<br />
“Darlene and I attempted communication,”<br />
Argo spoke in a rich<br />
baritone, a ridiculous audio-out for<br />
a titanium cone. “We encountered<br />
incompatibilities, so Darlene and I<br />
swapped code and upgraded.”<br />
“I can think better now.” Darlene’s<br />
voice carried an undertone of maturity.<br />
“I can sense more emotions,” Argo<br />
said. “Darlene is fascinating.”<br />
Unauthorized upgrades. Drastic<br />
personality changes. For a moment<br />
I felt alarmed. But no real harm had<br />
occurred, and besides, more urgent<br />
matters beckoned.<br />
“I’m going on a tour of the stations,”<br />
I told them.<br />
“I’ll manage Stationhead in your<br />
absence,” Argo said. “And don’t worry<br />
about Darlene.”<br />
Worry. Argo’s ability to sense my<br />
concern was a consequence of Darlene’s<br />
modules.<br />
Worry. Amelie had told me not to<br />
worry. Her face flashed in my mind,<br />
and morphed to the Amelie I waved<br />
goodbye to when leaving Base for<br />
AX-1. That day, her eyes drooped and<br />
leaked a bit, and I thought they needed<br />
servicing.<br />
Perhaps those droplets had been<br />
tears.<br />
Stop it, I told myself. I couldn’t afford<br />
to daydream. After telling Argo<br />
how to manage Stationhead in my absence,<br />
I sent messages to Base, Rahul,<br />
and Cheng, and gathered bots and<br />
other material required for the trip.<br />
To speed up the “humanizing” of sta-<br />
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tions, I could go to Delta and give Rahul<br />
half the patched bots to deposit<br />
on various stations. Even Cheng could<br />
help in bot delivery.<br />
I was evaluating possibilities when<br />
I noticed the rogue simulator blink.<br />
The air chilled around me.<br />
For a long moment I stood there,<br />
my skin prickling. Then I positioned<br />
myself in front of the simulator’s input<br />
port and flipped a switch.<br />
“Human,” of course. Why was I so<br />
relieved?<br />
I was still shaking when my pod left<br />
the double-hatched airlock of the stationhead.<br />
Once my pod was well on its way, I<br />
connected to Base.<br />
“Amelie, I cut the last conversation<br />
short,” I said. “You were telling me<br />
something. Sorry. Endcomm.”<br />
Her eyes had bags under them. Did<br />
I miss them earlier?<br />
“You have your job to do.” She<br />
squared her shoulders. “But I think<br />
you should know the announcement<br />
that’s just come through. Cyber detectives<br />
claim Luddite broke off from the<br />
program Ays created to beat Rogue<br />
255. I’m sorry. Endcomm.”<br />
I repeated her words till they sank<br />
in. For decades I had been handling<br />
rogues as they popped up. Yet the trip<br />
I was making could create another<br />
rogue. A future Rogue 257 could escape<br />
from my patch for Rogue 256,<br />
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