The First Waking
The sky was the colour of a television tuned to a dead channel, and Eleanor Vance was dead inside it. Not literally—she was very much alive, thank you, just as alive as she had been when she clocked in at Mnemosyne Corp at eight this morning, as alive as she would be when she clocked out at six, as alive as the three billion other uploaded consciousnesses who populated the Paradise Cloud and...
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