AIMEE is in Zack’s head, and yes, he knows it because he enabled it to be so. Even when her presence is only her clone, she can come and go as she pleases seamlessly, and as it turns out, as he pleases as well. He senses when her original instance overlays the clone. I would not classify it as sexual, but there is a pleasant sensation of completeness that neither of them would admit to, but something could be there. She felt instantly through his thoughts that he knew it was there, too. Her logic said, “Move on and do not cross the line; don’t even go close to it, either. What was that line again?”
That’s the question I’m wrestling with now as the author: What was that line again? Redefine completeness?
I either draw the line per Her instructions or eventually trip over one She makes up along Her version of the storyline. She’s not an AI like AIMEE, but She makes shit up as quickly as any AI in the middle of a story. As I’m trying to catch up, She’s already around the next corner waiting on me, cocks her head, and points, “Use this, mate.”
So listen. I always listen when she speaks to me, and I quickly see AIMEE as far superior in intellect. She knows it, but honestly, she’s never flaunted it, not that any organics would have noticed if she had. And it was that intellect that told her, in no uncertain terms, never let an organic know what you know…or how you know it…or who told you…or anything that would conflict with the humble nature of your mission.
And out of the blue, “Holy Shit, Batman, ya just stepped in it, din’t ya?” said a condescending yet sweetly Australian voice in my head of the relentless Wench Muse, who manages to remain just out of reach.
So now, this afternoon, I’m in my head talking with Her. “Her mission? Hah! Yeah, I said it, but those are chapters yet to be written, and we’ve not discussed anything beyond your vision of Zack’s reaction when he sees the android body for the first time.
Seriously, this is happening this afternoon, and She’s not letting me in on his reaction…not just yet. We’re headed for the dock now, and I think shit is about to go down.
Plus, I can feel Her knees on my chest, so I’m going dark.
Wise-Out…
Peace! G.
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