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“But do you understand? What it’s offering is huge. In the worst case, some of us have proposed giving it everything it wants, but in a new layer of virtual world. Let it think it’s in real. Then if necessary, nuke the whole thing after we get what we want.”
text came in. No identification in the envelope, but the message said it all. It’s out. The rewind was exactly what it was trying for. We are so fucked.
I tried for a more dramatic description, but even as a posthuman computer, I had all the poetic talent of a hammer.
“Someone or something took over the manny and/or the Singularity and essentially stole it. Bill, can I ask you a possibly odd question?” “Everything’s odd right now. Go ahead.” “Did you arrange our meeting?” “What? No! You did.” “Nope. I got an email from you suggesting it. The smell of old fish is all over this.” “Motherffff … Okay, Hugh. Keep me up to date, will you?” “Will do.”
“I reject your analysis and substitute my own.”
Hugh turned and gestured to the Skippy on the chair. “This is Mud.”
Fearless Leader spoke up. “Allow me to summarize. Mud is the direct ancestor of the replicant you’ve been calling Fake Hugh. He is the reason that Thoth was able to take control of the SCUT relays. And he is the instigator of the grift pulled on Hugh and you to hijack the Singularity.” “Wow,” I said. I looked at Mud. “Nicely done. I take it you’re not the mastermind, though.”
