They came like angels of static — silvered, flickering bodies with no eyes, only glowing sockets and outstretched hands pulsing with firewall heat.
Lina and Alex backed against the inner bark of one of the glowing memory trees as Atenea stepped forward.
“Don’t fight them,” she said. “They’re fragments of us. Of everyone who ever uploaded pieces of themsel…
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