“An AI named Ijele,” she answered. “I’ve uploaded her into your network.” I froze, her words sinking in at the same time I felt it. There was something else living within me—not inside my physical “skin,” but in my network, my very mind! Losing my rusted body had been one thing. These new legs and bolts weren’t my own, but I still knew that I was myself. But this—an AI crawling inside my mind, opening my files, seizing control of my systems—was too much to bear.
