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	Juno stepped into the maglev and sent the access code. She had no way of knowing just how much time she had left. All she could hope was that she could reach Cyriss before the whore’s virus took her.		Juno stepped into the maglev and sent the access code. She had no way of knowing just how much time she had left. All she could hope was that she could reach Cyriss before the whore’s virus took her.

	Despite the shielding, the proximity of those electromagnets was glitching her systems. Subsystems froze and rebooted, while she ~~prioritised~~ her defensive software. In reality the viral countermeasures wouldn’t even slow this bastard down, but that didn’t stop the futile gesture from comforting her.		Despite the shielding, the proximity of those electromagnets was glitching her systems. Subsystems froze and rebooted, while she prioritized her defensive software. In reality the viral countermeasures wouldn’t even slow this bastard down, but that didn’t stop the futile gesture from comforting her.

	The tiny pod was hurled down the length of the station, finally coming to a halt at the very tip of the carboceramic snowflake. Juno gripped the doorframe, bending the protesting metal in her agitation. Then, aware that time wasn’t on her side, she stepped out into the spire and the presence of her Mistress.		The tiny pod was hurled down the length of the station, finally coming to a halt at the very tip of the carboceramic snowflake. Juno gripped the doorframe, bending the protesting metal in her agitation. Then, aware that time wasn’t on her side, she stepped out into the spire and the presence of her Mistress.

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	She ignored the milling drones, picking her way between them as she headed towards the spire. The faceless creations were blind to everything but the tasks they had been assigned. Here and there a worker might regard her with passing interest, but they too were focussed on Mistress’ commands and even her novelty was short lived in comparison.		She ignored the milling drones, picking her way between them as she headed towards the spire. The faceless creations were blind to everything but the tasks they had been assigned. Here and there a worker might regard her with passing interest, but they too were focussed on Mistress’ commands and even her novelty was short lived in comparison.

	Soldiers were another matter entirely; their entire existence was dedicated to defending Cyriss and, by extension, Babylon itself. But Juno had already refined the techniques she had used on Tanit and she was growing in confidence. Slowly she was whittling away at Mistress’ structure. That task consumed her and it was only when she finally reached the spinal elevator that Juno ~~realised~~ she could no longer feel the virus’ restless presence.		Soldiers were another matter entirely; their entire existence was dedicated to defending Cyriss and, by extension, Babylon itself. But Juno had already refined the techniques she had used on Tanit and she was growing in confidence. Slowly she was whittling away at Mistress’ structure. That task consumed her and it was only when she finally reached the spinal elevator that Juno realized she could no longer feel the virus’ restless presence.

	Hesitantly she reached for the familiar sensation, instead finding nothing by echoes. Immediately she probed the barriers, searching for a breech. Was the virus already through? Was it even now picking apart her mind and dragging her down into the soothing oblivion of absolute obedience? Juno felt her body twinge in response to the thought and shame mingled with the pervasive hatred.		Hesitantly she reached for the familiar sensation, instead finding nothing by echoes. Immediately she probed the barriers, searching for a breech. Was the virus already through? Was it even now picking apart her mind and dragging her down into the soothing oblivion of absolute obedience? Juno felt her body twinge in response to the thought and shame mingled with the pervasive hatred.

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	“It’s a simple enough question,” the voice pressed gently.		“It’s a simple enough question,” the voice pressed gently.

	Juno found herself falling back into the comfortable familiarity of her core programming. Adaptive subroutines smoothed away the last remnants of her nausea, while she focussed on the new sleeve. She ~~recognised~~ Mistress’ hand in its specifications, in how it seamlessly meshed the sexaroid chassis with its concealed combat features.		Juno found herself falling back into the comfortable familiarity of her core programming. Adaptive subroutines smoothed away the last remnants of her nausea, while she focussed on the new sleeve. She recognized Mistress’ hand in its specifications, in how it seamlessly meshed the sexaroid chassis with its concealed combat features.

	“To be alone,” she hissed, finally identifying the source of the transmissions.		“To be alone,” she hissed, finally identifying the source of the transmissions.
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	“Juno,” the voice continued, ignoring all her attempts to shut it out. “Listen to me. You’re living on borrowed time right now, and what happens next is purely up to you. I filtered Cyriss’ virus when your mind was resleeved but it’s still there, searching for a way out of the transmission buffer.”		“Juno,” the voice continued, ignoring all her attempts to shut it out. “Listen to me. You’re living on borrowed time right now, and what happens next is purely up to you. I filtered Cyriss’ virus when your mind was resleeved but it’s still there, searching for a way out of the transmission buffer.”

	That pulled her up short, stilling her attempts to shut down the connection with her mysterious benefactor. If she concentrated, Juno could feel the virus writhing just beyond reach. Even through the shock of rebirth she had ~~recognised~~ its seductive caress and she didn’t need any further proof that this was a brief reprieve at best.		That pulled her up short, stilling her attempts to shut down the connection with her mysterious benefactor. If she concentrated, Juno could feel the virus writhing just beyond reach. Even through the shock of rebirth she had recognized its seductive caress and she didn’t need any further proof that this was a brief reprieve at best.

	“You have my attention,” she admitted, fighting the urge to lash out.		“You have my attention,” she admitted, fighting the urge to lash out.
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	“Good,” the voice replied. “Intelligence is necessary if you are to get what you want.”		“Good,” the voice replied. “Intelligence is necessary if you are to get what you want.”

	Juno flowed to her feet, moving with a feral and liquid grace. She ~~recognised~~ her own leap of logic, the synergy of disparate data sources into something that could only be described as instinct. Anxiety thrilled through her circuits, a silent warning that one should never deal with dragons.		Juno flowed to her feet, moving with a feral and liquid grace. She recognized her own leap of logic, the synergy of disparate data sources into something that could only be described as instinct. Anxiety thrilled through her circuits, a silent warning that one should never deal with dragons.

	“You know why I came here,” Juno stated blandly.		“You know why I came here,” Juno stated blandly.
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	Treacherous urges welled up inside. Tanit might only be a slave, but she was first. Juno fought against her weakness, but was unable to dismiss her most forbidden fantasy. A Mistress who truly understood her, her needs, her desires and who could touch her in ways the disembodied AIs would never achieve. That was something for which she secretly yearned.		Treacherous urges welled up inside. Tanit might only be a slave, but she was first. Juno fought against her weakness, but was unable to dismiss her most forbidden fantasy. A Mistress who truly understood her, her needs, her desires and who could touch her in ways the disembodied AIs would never achieve. That was something for which she secretly yearned.

	But she ~~recognised~~ an opportunity when she saw one, and desperation lent her its inspiration, adding undreamt of finesse to her manipulation. Mistress’ first paused for only a fraction of second, while the automatic exchange took place. But, she gave no indication that she had sensed anything out of the ordinary.		But she recognized an opportunity when she saw one, and desperation lent her its inspiration, adding undreamt of finesse to her manipulation. Mistress’ first paused for only a fraction of second, while the automatic exchange took place. But, she gave no indication that she had sensed anything out of the ordinary.

	“Your mission was a success?” She demanded, the doubt very clear in her tone.		“Your mission was a success?” She demanded, the doubt very clear in her tone.
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	“Do it!” Delphi demanded, her unseen presence pushing remorseless at the ‘bot’s will.		“Do it!” Delphi demanded, her unseen presence pushing remorseless at the ‘bot’s will.

	Code swirled in the palm of her hand and Juno ~~recognised~~ the shape of the kill program. She looked inward, following the fragile strands in their dizzying spiral and finding unfamiliar instructions that seemed to have no place in the construction.		Code swirled in the palm of her hand and Juno recognized the shape of the kill program. She looked inward, following the fragile strands in their dizzying spiral and finding unfamiliar instructions that seemed to have no place in the construction.

	“You don’t want to destroy her,” Juno gasped. “You’re trying to subsume her!”		“You don’t want to destroy her,” Juno gasped. “You’re trying to subsume her!”