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ed off.'
`Well, she's not really in any position to take advantage of it
again. Hang on - I'll poke around in Sora's private workspace, see
if Sora Aoi left any notes behind.' Drifting along the floor, her
legs splayed out and waving in the air, Alannah's eyes narrowed
when Sora Aoi heard this.
Kely opened a remote window into Alannah's area, stuck Sora's arm
in and rummaged about. `Yecch - I hate to think what I've just
put my hand in... okay, usage log.' Sora Aoi retrieved an ancient,
tattered parchment scroll, unwound a few feet, and examined it,
with Genesis looking over Sora's shoulder. The first line they read
trapped their attention like ball bearings to a magnet.
Helplessly, they read four feet of convoluted image- and
behavioral-modification code, and when they reached the last
line, Kely dropped the scroll. The remote window into Alannah's
workspace snapped shut. They stood there for a moment,
blank-eyed, while their minds compiled the neurologically-
LHARC-ed code they had just read.
Kely began to change first. Sora's skin faded to the colour of
premium-bond photocopy paper; Sora's short dark hair twisted and
writhed until it reached Sora's shoulders, shimmered through a dozen
shades and finally settled on a pale spun-gold colour. Her
windcheater bulged behind Sora's shoul
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