Darkness lay like a veil of mist around her. Everything was silent - deadly silent. And yet: She knew. Knew it was almost complete. Knew it was almost ready ... a few tweaks here and there, some optimisation of code, a few re-routes and the QIII would be 100% operational; the math was in place; the WorldCode was in place. That could only mean that the QIII proto was— Alive... Whispered a voice in her mind. Why then, Jessica mused, did she feel so pissed off? And it came to her, a wave of annoyance, anger, frustration: to create something so wonderful, to be involved in a world-breaking project and then to restrict its use! It was like creating a work of art and then hanging it in a cellar, never to be seen by anybody. The QIII could benefit everybody ... medical science, space exploration, the imminent world fuel crisis - it could be used to cure life-threatening diseases, take genetic research to its limits ...
