Lungfish

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Awaiter is excited again. She transmits urgently, trying to get my attention.

“Seeker, listen!” Her electronic voice hisses over the ancient cables. “The little living ones are near, Seeker! Even now they explore this belt of asteroids, picking through the rocks and ruins. You can hear them as they browse over each new discovery!

“Soon they will find us here! Do you hear me, Seeker? It is time to decide what to do!”

Awaiter’s makers were impatient creatures. I wonder that she has lasted so long, out here in the starry cold.

My own makers were wiser.

“Seeker! Are you listening to me?”

I don’t really wish to talk with anyone, so I erect a side-personality—little more than a swirling packet of nudged electrons—to handle her for me. Even if Awaiter discovers the sham, she might take a hint then and leave me alone.

Or she might grow more insistent. It would be hard to predict without awakening more dormant circuits than I care to bring into play right now.

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