Suzie sees the flickering again. And still no call. "What is that?" she wonders. "Are these real, a glitch ?" Something rings but she knows nothing of it.
"Damn!" Cooper yells. "Her audio is off. They've shut it off!"
She is more frightened now. The flickers appear again outside the window against the jungle night. "They're stripping me," she thought. Suzie's photosight is her most sensitive inner part; on the outside her eyes are the most erogenous part. She doesn't know that whatever she had been, she wouldn't be now. The flickers in the jungle appear faster now. Something rings again.
"Please pick up," Cooper begs from the other end. By now Suzie senses she is fast becoming undone. There are no screams in her program. This is straight code, no excrement, no fluids, technology's cleanest invention; feelings remain. Her pure obedience endo transponder (P.O.E.T.) is her only hope. There is no weeping, no frailty. Her plate of reinforced endo polished ortho reformed titanium (R/E/P/O/R/T/) is fully disabled, yet her own programmed imagination remains in full bloom.
She knows something.
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