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"What are you getting at, Fiona?" I asked.
"It's not just social AI. It's downright antisocial," she replied. "I
think your machine is crazy."
"What did it do?" I asked. "Attack you?"
"No, nothing physical. It's wacky and mendacious and insulting, and
we're too busy to go into details right now. I'm not saying it couldn't get
nasty, though. I don't know. We just wanted to warn you not to trust it."
I smiled.
"That's it? End of message?" I said.
"For now," she answered, lowering her finger and growing dim.
I shifted my gaze to Mandor and was about to explain that I had built a
host of safeguards into the thing, so that not just anybody could access it.
Mainly, though, I wanted to tell him about Jurt. But our communication was
suddenly severed, as I felt another presence reaching toward me.
I was intrigued by the sensation. I had occasionally wondered what
would occur if someone tried for a Trump contact when I was already in touch
with someone else via a Trump. Would it turn into a conference call? Would
someone get a busy signal? Would it put the other party on hold? I'd doubted
I'd ever find out, though. It just seemed statistically unlikely. However. .
. .
"Merlin, baby. I'm okay."
"Luke!"
Mandor and Fiona were definitely gone. "I'm really okay now, Merle."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, as soon as I started coming down I switched to a fast lane
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