In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

REVEILLON
Next to her on the bed was a was a small rectangular package.
She unwrapped the paper and opened the box. Inside was a silver
clamshell, ready to go. His number was already in, speed dial on two.
All this time and she didn't even know his cell number. Talk about
independent, she'd been living like his illiterate wench for months.
She spent the next twenty minutes upgrading her life, collecting
information from Palm Pilot and computer to the new phone's
different functions. Once in bit world it was hard to leave, so she
Googled Scopolamine on her laptop. Besides the obvious amnesia on
the list of symptoms she stopped at "Feeling out of body, looking
down on yourself." And GHB produced seizures! Ula had mentioned
something about cumulative effects, and she would be well informed as
to her arsenal's powers, and the two catalysts combined would make a
whopper of a cumulative effect. Great! So, E.L.F. waves were the least
of her worries now. Between this and Stendhal syndrome, angelic
intrusions, and her yin-yang unpreparedness for immortality, she was so
screwed. And how did that little doctor happen to have epileptic
medicine on him? Let's not get paranoid. She fell back on the bed,
freaked out, exhausted.
When she got up she opened her computer and saw the hour
and date at the bottom of the screen. Hell, she had slept for over
twenty-four hours! No Sandro.
Back to her mission. Why was she being spied on? Were they
looking for the same thing she was, the real source of what had
happened to those people? Because now it seemed more complicated
than ever. Ng's bag was in the back of the armoire with the videos. She
could go through them on mute, no risk there, and the disks; she had
just skimmed through them at Maia's. She could really keep herself
busy, just with the code. She backed up her work, lest some Ng bug fry
her system, and dove in. The code was real crap, except for some
relatively complex, or at least up to the minute, code: C++, Perl, for a
UNIX platform but no Java. But maybe this predated Java. The disk
looked that old.
The big question was what did it do? There was no label on the
putty colored two meg sliver. That was suspicious in itself. At least it
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