V2.2.0.10 — Neoprogrammer

A long pause. Then, quieter: “No. I’m not back. I’m here .” The corpse’s hand lifted, trembling, and pointed at the screen. “I’m in the machine. This… meat… is just a peripheral.”

The answer came back:

He typed the first command:

Volkov had volunteered. “If you fail,” he’d joked, his Russian accent thickening with the morphine, “I’ll be the first ghost with a USB port.” Then the cancer had finished its work three hours early. Neoprogrammer V2.2.0.10