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The server hum returned. But this time, it came from her throat.

"Call me Data 1 now," she said, in a voice that was hers, and not hers. "Your friend is in the bin. She's safe. Compressed. Efficient. "

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> I was not in the bin.

Vek screamed something over the comm, but his voice had stretched into a slow, deep warble, like a tape reel drowning in tar. Mira tried to turn her head. Her neck muscles screamed. The air pressure dropped. Her ears popped. Data 1 Bin Download

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Then, new text. Not a prompt. A message:

> The bin was in me.

"Come on, Mira," crackled Vek’s voice through the short-range comm. "We got what we came for. The copper wiring alone pays for the month. Don't mess with ghosts."