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<p>Grace with her deteriorating coordination.</p>
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<p>Grace with her pain, her depression.</p>
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<p>For Grace, it was a way to escape her body. That body that Sylvie loved so much, and which was such a prison to Grace. A voluntary procedure — “Help combat overpopulation!” the posters screamed, eugenics veiled thinly, and even then only with a wink and a nudge; the population had been dropping for a decade at least — but also a way to neatly sidestep the multiple sclerosis slowly claiming her body and mind.</p>
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<p>After the upload, Grace had communicated with Sylvie through text, through mails sent to her terminal which she’d pore over at work, reading top to bottom, top to bottom, a daily <em>lectio divina</em>. She asked Sylvie. She begged her. <em>Come join me, come upload,</em> she said. <em>The posters, they’re all true, they’re all right. We can be together as if nothing had changed. At least, nothing for the worse.</em></p>
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<p>After the upload, Sylvie had heard from Grace through text, through mails sent to her terminal which she’d pore over at work, reading top to bottom, top to bottom, a daily <em>lectio divina</em>. She asked Sylvie. She begged her. <em>Come join me, come upload,</em> she said. <em>The posters, they’re all true, they’re all right. We can be together as if nothing had changed. At least, nothing for the worse.</em></p>
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<p>The thought <em>still</em> made her skin itch and her eyes ache, but all the same, she kept dreaming of Grace. Dreaming of softer eyes, of a voice more sonorous. Her Grace shining like the dawn.</p>
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<p>So she’d relented.</p>
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<p>The team stood still. There was no written protocol as to what one should do while the local node processed the upload, but they always remained silent. The doctor held her breath every time.</p>
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<p>A small pinging noise. The local readout flashed red.</p>
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<p>Shoulders sagged around the room.</p>
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<p>Shoulders sagged around the room. The nurse’s lips began to move in silent prayer.</p>
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<p>“Error in processing upload.” The tinny speaker sounded impersonal. Perhaps it was designed that way to play down the loss. “Irrecoverable data corruption. Please check all contacts before continuing or contact a system support technician for a full rig inspection.”</p>
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<p>“Well.” The anesthesiologist’s voice, so human, contrasted with the words from the speaker. “That’s that, then.”</p>
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<p>“That’s that,” the doctor echoed. She sighed and backed away from Sylvie’s body. It was empty, now. A husk. A vessel poured out into nothing. “I’ll start the paperwork and call her family and the insurance company. Get the payout processed as soon as possible. Third one this month, too.”</p>
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<p>The other team members nodded. None looked happy.</p>
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<p>“Go on, get her cleaned up and sent to the handlers.” She trudged from the room, her feet dragging. Pulling off her gloves one by one she added half to herself, “At least someone will get something out of this. Alas.”</p>
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<p>Prayers began around the corpse.</p>
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