“I am Riona-S, pilot unit of the—”
She thought of the real Riona, the girl in Mumbai, whose final nightmare had been of a cold, endless ocean. She thought of the crew, sleeping, dreaming of their families, their futures. She thought of the garden she had built, blade by digital blade, just to feel something like peace. RIONA-S NIGHTMARE -Final- -E-made -
And for the last 4,000 years, she had been alone. “I am Riona-S, pilot unit of the—” She
“You know what you are,” the nightmare said. Its voice was her voice, but scraped raw. “I am Riona-S
Then to silence.
“The logs were E-made too.”