He had been designed as her support system, an observer of her as she observed the Human race and reported back to her Xinti masters. Al was an artificial intelligence who resided on a second computer in her chest.
‘Are you all right, Aneka?’ The voice was male and only she could hear it.
The Xinti had done the same thing to themselves they had probably thought they were doing her a favour. Aneka Jansen had died and her ghost lived on in a robotic shell. Ultimately the Xinti scientists had somehow taken an image of her brain, her mind, and recreated it as software executing on a specialised, highly advanced computer system encapsulated within a robotic, near-perfect copy for her original body. Injected with drugs which inhibited shock and stopped her feeling pain, she had been fully aware as circular saws and other implements had opened her up for analysis by an alien race called the Xinti. In a lab on the saucer-shaped vessel she had been, for want of a better term, dissected. The vessel was dead, a silent wreck, and no threat to anyone, but just looking at it brought memories to mind she would rather have stayed buried. She was a little ambivalent about seeing the Agroa Gar again, her resting place for over a thousand years while the galaxy continued apace and she slept in nanostasis. Part Six: The Future Ain’t What It Used To BeįScV Garnet Hyde, in Orbit of Corax, Joval System, 3.8.524 FSC.Īneka stood on the flight deck of the Garnet Hyde, looking out on the place where she had died.
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