Behind Dale, a computer monitor showed the open chat program with JK’s messages. Adam must have switched it on subconsciously when he sensed the contact, but he couldn’t really have done her a worse disservice. If Dale knew they’d been in touch… “You,” Dale said hoarsely. “Is that really you? Adam?” “Weird, isn’t it?” Adam agreed, far more nonchalantly than he felt. “Is it…are you just the VR program from the database?” “Just?” A reluctant smile flickered across his old friend’s face. “All right, you’re good. You’re a fucking genius, we all know that.” “So how’s it going? All ready for the launch?” “Got a few issues. We miss you, to be honest.” “Don’t like to be mean, Dale, but you should have thought of that when you were watching that psycho try to rip my heart out with a machete.” Dale’s eyes widened. He swallowed, as well he might. “You remember that? How can you? Your database file dates from well before that.” “All things are possible,”
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