The window had changed. Where the smear of light that had once been Ada Prime drifted, two faintly glowing spheres circled each other. She’d know them anywhere. Had dreamed of them every night since she’d awoken to this fresh hell. Ada. And the Casimir Gate. She went limp in his grasp, all the fight seeping out of her, and would have dropped to her knees if he hadn’t been holding her. His hand slid away from her chin, went to coil about her torso to help her stay on her feet. A coldsleep-borne headache burgeoned in the back of her skull. “It’s a simulation,” she said, breathless. “No,” he
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Omfg! Ada and the gate are still there.
So, is she still in the present, in Biran’s time?
