Book 3: Chapter 41: Resurrection
Howard
October 2220
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I reached out, for the umpteenth time, to flip the switch. And pulled my hand back, yet again. Oh, my freakin’ God, what was wrong with me? I had Bridget’s scan—finally, after months of court battles. I had a matrix and a ship built for her. Her VR was set up, her firewall was set up, I had accounts set up for her on BobNet…
What the hell?
In desperation, I sent a text off to Bill. Am I doing the right thing?
The answer came back almost immediately. Oh, hell, no.
Well, nothing like a little bit of support from your friends. Chuckling, I flipped the switch.
Bridget appeared in the middle of my VR—twenty-eight years old, thick red hair, dimples, lab coat—just like the first day I’d met her.