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)
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