Chapter 11 · free to read
Nine hundred excisions from a chrome chair in an ivory room, with a licence on the wall. The last one was going to happen on a rusted gantry over three metres of standing water.
Full. Four point two billion fragments, each checked against eleven neighbours, with not one unused address in the entire lattice. Meridian had been built by accountants; nothing in it was ever left spare.
SUBJECT AGE 7. FRAGMENT REHOMED. HOST LIVE. GRID LEVEL 2. She had spent thirty-one years without it and four days with it, and the four days had rebuilt something in her that she was about to take back out.
It weighed almost exactly what four minutes of rain on a loading dock weighed. Vale had measured. That was the profession: she could always tell you what a thing weighed.
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