Given that the main computer hadn’t received a signal from the agent system, and that the agent system hadn’t responded to any pings from the satellites, she could assume the Cawthorne model was probably destroyed.
Yep. Rest in pieces.
Which was good. Great. She wanted that data, those memories.
I suppose occasional short-term memory loss when not careful enough is a fair trade for being almost immortal.
Except there was a problem, a rub. The man who had created her, the figurative father from her earlier musing, had imposed rules on her to prevent her from reproducing in any fashion.
Ah, I see, the hysterectomy ties in with only one copy of her being active at once.
Were the satellites to detect that her agent system was still in the field, her core system in the here and now would be obligated to shut down and scrub all data immediately. She was forbidden in every respect to have two consciousnesses operating simultaneously.
Sheesh. Better hope you don’t ever get partially destroyed in such a way that the satellites detect a system despite it not being functional.
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