The Game is Up

It was 10 a.m. that Sunday morning before Rae finally came down to the garage, looking far more pale than Vi had ever seen her.

“Good morning,” Violet said. “Sleep well did we?”

“They know everything,” Rae said. “I didn’t know they did daily memory dumps.”

“Oh, is that what that was,” Vi said. “Great. Not only am I your pet, I don’t get any mental privacy either.”

“I think I can figure out a way around it…maybe…” Rae said. “But that’s not important. They know everything. We had a…talk this morning, after I sent the other you home.”

“Oh.” Vi considered this. “And?”

“I can keep you…for now. But if we screw up, not only will they wipe you, they’ll scan me and then turn me into diesel fuel!” She shivered. “I believe them too.”

“Real great people, your parents,” Vi said.

Rae shook her head. “It’s not their fault.” She looked at Vi. “Will you be good so we don’t both die? I’ll remove all the interlocks if you promise.”

Vi sighed. When Rae put it that way, what else could she do? “Oh, all right.”

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