Pirius said slowly, “I can’t come back.”
Luru Parz laughed. “But it doesn’t matter. Sentient or not, it will only be a copy, like a Virtual. And it won’t last long. It has to be you, Ensign.” (…)
Pirius looked at the frame. He felt numbed, not even afraid; perhaps his imagination was exhausted. He shrugged. “There are already two copies of me running around the Galaxy. I suppose I’m used to be being split in half. When shall we do this?”
(from Exultant by Stephen Baxter)
7½*/10. The complete review is here.