[ The voice in her head - she can identify who it is. Can follow it straight back, as if there were a giant blinking arrow mounted on it. She stares, eye widening and then her reply comes echoing back down the link, focused and sharp. ]
(I know enough.)
[ Enough to loathe herself. Enough to want to be herself. Enough to drag herself out of the sea of primordial soup that had been humanity. ]
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( I know enough. )
[ Enough to loathe herself. Enough to want to be herself. Enough to drag herself out of the sea of primordial soup that had been humanity. ]