[The prototypes, built to die. A backdoor into the Bunker. The Council of Humanity— no, no, no. She can't know this. 9S can't know this—does he know how much danger he's in? They can't know this. They can't know this. She wants to pack it into a little ball and bury it deep, encrypted and walled off somewhere in her memory banks where she can pretend she never heard a thing. Where she never has to consider it, even though connecting the dots is exactly what her analyst's brain was built for.
She feels a little bit like she's going to just shut down here.]
9S.
[She grips his hand tightly, and her voice sounds terrified.]
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She feels a little bit like she's going to just shut down here.]
9S.
[She grips his hand tightly, and her voice sounds terrified.]