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the mall crowds swaying like windblown grass, a field of flesh shot through with sudden eddies of need and gratification.
She seemed continually on the verge of colliding with someone, but people melted out of her way, stepped sideways, made room.
“Swiss citizen, but T-A own the basic software and the mainframe.” “That’s a good one,” the construct said. “Like, I own your brain and what you know, but your thoughts have Swiss citizenship. Sure. Lotsa luck, AI.”
Brain’s got no nerves in it, he told himself, it can’t really feel this bad.