The Mountain in the Sea

by Ray Nayler

A fake so sophisticated it has fooled itself into thinking it is real.” Ha looked at Evrim—the long, coppery, expressionless face reflecting the terminal back in miniature in their pupils. This interview would be burned into Evrim’s memory forever. Why had Mínervudóttir-Chan said these things?

Don’t hurt my baby

“It isn’t true. What she said about you not being conscious. None of it makes sense. She’s playing at something. It’s a game.” “Yes,” Evrim said. And in the dim light Ha could see Evrim was crying. Their face was wet with tears, though there was no quaver in their voice. “Yes. It’s a game. It’s always been a game for her. Now—I’d like to be alone for a while.”

MY BABY