Chapter 16 – Thirty Minutes to Burn

In a moment of panic, the overloaded server, unable to tell Danny from Tanzy, striped their bits in an alternating sequence in a single location, such that for a brief, wonderful cpu cycle, Danny felt closer to Tanzy than all the matter in the universe seconds before the big bang. He smelled her perfume, felt the memory of her tattoos climbing her legs, and somehow, like a second conscience, heard the soft, childlike voice of Cleo pitch to shrill alarm as she tried to warn of some ill-defined danger in a nearby construct, one close enough to swallow the echoes of her screams.

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