There must have been, she thinks, more sensuality in the global world
Suzi is feeling fine today, and there is even more she can do, but there was still that one thing about last night, by eleven o'clock she should have received her instantia ambia (I.AM.}code. For now, she follows Cooper's image on her favorite screen. Her thoughts wander to the memories (yes, the ones he scanned for her), of when their eyes first met, for those moments, to listen to more of his voice. But she can't still remember when she hadn't known him and the moment she had gotten to know him. Straining her memory now, she enters a void. Cooper will fill her memory, that's what she likes about him; he never answers any of his own questions or guesses. He always requires a response from someone, or something, before she (or it) spoke again. His face is always warm with welcome. But even Suzi knew there was a deadly glitch. She was polished titanium, Cooper was not; he was her forest, soft whispers of the leaves at night when moonbeams dance and glisten in harmony. He is, she thought, truly hers.
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