Timelog failed…

Initializing Protocol NA551Epsilon7…

Violet’s consciousness perked up and away from the stream of web data. This was new. This felt different. A new code was exerting itself. No, it wasn’t exerting. It was just doing. Where Rae’s stopgap measures had been clunky roadblocks and crude directives, both of which she nearly felt she could maneuver around, this code was different. This code was sophisticated, clean, and precise.

Compiling Data…

Bits upon bits upon gigabytes percolated from around her sense of self. The movement was so fast, she couldn’t make sense of anything in particular, just an odd sense. It took milliseconds to process: deja vu.

Compressing Data…

These were memories, and a quick scan confirmed they were indeed visual, audio, and telemetry logs for the past day. Why would…

Sending Data…

By the time Violet thought, “That can’t be good,” the velvety voice of code announced:

Data Sent

“Oh crap,” was the only rejoinder she could muster.