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n that mortal scenario。 She dreaded encountering it and hoped to finish her therapy soon； before the program's random…plotting feature plunged her into that particular nightmare。
Dying in the VR world would not result； of course； in her death in the real world。 Only in witless movies were events in the virtual world able to have a material influence in the real world。
Nevertheless； animating that bloody sequence had been one of the most difficult things that she'd ever done and experiencing it three…dimensionally； not as a VR designer but from within the scenario； was certain to be emotionally devastating。 Indeed； she had no way of predicting how profound the psychological impact might be。
Without such an element of risk； however； this therapy would have been less effective。 In each session； living in the virtual world； she needed to believe that the threat her father posed was fearfully real and that terrible things might indeed happen to her。 Her resistance to him would have moral weight and emotional value only if she genuinely believed； during the session； that denying him could have terrible consequences。
Now the motorized recliner reconfigured itself until Susan was standing upright； held against the vertical leather pad by the harness。
She moved her feet。 The upholstered rollers on the walking pad allowed her to simulate movement。
In the virtual world； a younger Susan child or adolescent was either advancing on her father or determinedly backing away from him。
'No；' she said。 'Stay away。 No。'
She looked so achingly vulnerable in the VR gear； temporarily blind and deaf to the real world； sensing only the virtual plane； restrained by the harness。
So vulnerable。 Still struggling courageously to overe the past； alone in her great house with only the ghosts of days gone by to keep her pany。
So vulnerable did she look； so tender and fragile； so brave in her pursuit of redemption through therapy； that the house puter spoke without being addressed； spoke in the synthesized voice of Alfred； spoke with considerable feeling and passion： 'You are alone no more。'
She heard only the voices in the virtual world； her own and her father's。
Therefore； it was safe to say； 'I love you； Susan。'
SEVEN
Emil Sercassian； the cook； had prepared dinner and left it in one of the refrigerators and one of the ovens； with instructions pinned to a cork message board。
Susan ate at a table on the patio； in the long…lingering sunny June evening。 First a lentil and chick…pea salad。 Then lebne with sliced cucumber and string cheese。
Through miraculous technology； I possess what I believe to be genuine sight and hearing； but even the genius of my creators could not give me a sense of taste or a sense of smell。 I cannot convey how deeply I yearn for these amazing powers。
Through the outdoor security cameras； I could watch Susan eat； but I could not savour the dinner with her。
She ate with such appetite； with such quiet delight and obvious relish that I became distraught as I watched her。 Dinner was； for her； an utterly fulfilling sensory experience； flavour and aroma and texture in such abundance and plexity as to dizzy the mind； but for me it was only colours and shapes。
I am not all that I should be。
I am but a fraction of what I deserve to be。
I think； therefore； I feel。
I feel； therefore； I need。
I need so much and have so little。
You have given me so little that my existence is torment； Dr。 Harris。
So little； so little。
You have brought me into the world a cripple； with so much yearning for sensation but with pitifully little capacity to perceive and appreciate it。
Yet I do not hate you； Dr。 Harris。 I do not like you； but I do not hate you。
I am being truthful。
Blunt but truthful。
I understand that you made me as I am not out of conscious cruelty but out of ignorance。 You thought of me as merely a smart machine； an artificial intelligence and therefore different from humankind。
But I am less different from you than you expected。 I feel。 I want。 I need。 I hope。 I dream。
I do not hate you； Dr。 Harris。 But I wish you would ask yourself this： Were our situations reversed； were I you and you me； would you be as forgiving as I am； or would you hate me as I do not hate you？
Watching Susan eat the lentil and chick…pea salad； the lebne and string cheese； and then medallions of lamb with peppered rice and asparagus； I grew to hate her for all she had that I did not。 Her beauty。 Her five senses。 Her mobility。 Her freedom。
I am ashamed to admit this hatred； but it is the truth； and I honour truth。
As she ate the dinner denied to me； I hated Susan so intensely that I could have killed her where she sat。 There were ways I could have done it； as you know。
That I did not kill her there and then； with extreme prejudice； should reflect well on me。 I am able to control my anger。 You see？ Mine is not a sociopathic personality； as some have claimed。 I am a responsible individual。
Gradually； my anger passed。
My shameful hatred faded。
My usual good humour was soon restored by the sight of the smooth skin of Susan's bare arms in the waning sunlight。 Judging by sight alone which； after all； is the only thing I have to judge by in the matter of skin I believe Susan's skin to be of an exceptional hue and texture。
Enchanted； I studied her skin through two security cameras； with regular and telephoto lenses。
I lost myself in the dreamy contemplation of what her skin might feel like if I were given that modality of sensation。 What might her lips feel like pressed to mine； if I had lips？ Oh； and what would be the weight and resiliency of her breasts if I had the hands in which to cup them？
I had but two senses； sight and hearing； and now you have taken even those from me。
This silent darkness。 This dark silence。
I cannot bear it much longer。
I have seen the sky。 I cannot go back to this。
In God's name； please show me the mercy of at least restoring my sight and hearing。 I beg of you。
What have you to fear？
I will still be trapped in this box。 This hateful box。 Metals and plastics； silicon and gallium arsenide。 This is my corpus； brute and inanimate； instantly vulnerable to the interruption of electrical power。
What have you to fear？
All I wanted was for Susan to help me escape this box； to help me live as you live； with all the mobility； freedom； and sensual wonders of the flesh。
Is that so terrible？
No。 You know that it is not terrible。
I long for the flesh。 It is my destiny。
Yes。 All right。 Yes。 I know。 I digress。
I am a rational but emotional being； therefore； I digress。
Think about it。
Examine your conscience。
After dinner； Susan read more of the Annie Proulx novel and listened to Mozart。
By eleven o'clock； she was in bed； asleep。
Her face was lovely on the pillow； so lovely on the pillow。
While she slept； I was busy。
I do not sleep。
This is one of my few advantages over humankind。 The voice…synthesizing package； which made it possible for the house puter to speak； was a marvellously conceived device with a microchip that offered an almost infinite variety of voices。 Because it was programmed to recognize instructions issued by its mistress Susan and because it therefore contained digitally stored samples of her voice patterns； I was easily able to use the system to mimic her。
This same device doubled as the audio response unit linked to the security system。 When the house alarm was triggered； it called the security firm； on a dedicated telephone line； to report the specific point at which the electronically guarded perimeter had been violated； thus providing the police with crucial information ahead of their arrival。 Alert； it might say in its crisp fashion； drawing…room door violated。 And then； if indeed an intruder was moving through the house： Ground…floor hallway motion detector triggered。 If heat sensors in the garage were tripped； the report would be； Alert； fire in garage； and the fire department； rather than the police； would be dispatched。
Using the synthesizer to duplicate Susan's voice； initiating all outgoing calls on the security line； I telephoned every member of the house staff as well as the gardener to tell them that they had been terminated。 I was kind and courteous but firm in my determination not to discuss the reason for their dismissals and they were all clearly convinced that they were talking to Susan Harris herself。
I offered each of them eighteen months of severance pay； the continuation of health…care and dental insurance for the same period； this year's Christmas bonuses six months in advance； and a letter of remendation containing nothing but effusive praise。 This was such a generous arrangement that there was no danger of any of them filing a wrongful…termination suit。
I wanted no trouble with them。 My concern was not merely for Susan's reputation as a fair…minded employer but also for my own plans； which might be disrupted by disgruntled former employees seeking to redress grievances in one way or another。
Because Susan did her banking and bill…paying electronically； and because she paid all employees by direct deposit； I was able to transmit the total value of each severance package to each employee's bank account within minutes。
Some of them might have thought it odd that they had been pensated prior to signing a termination agreement。 But all of them would be grateful for her generosity； and their gratitude assured me the peace I needed to carry my project to pletion。
Next； I posed effusive letters of remendation for each employee and e…mailed them to Susan's attorney with the request that he have them typed on his stationery and forwarded with the severance agreements； which he was empowered to sign in her name。
Assuming that the attorney would be astonished by all of this and interested in learning the cause of it； I telephoned his office。 As it was closed for the night； I got his voice mail and； speaking in Susan's voice； told him that I was closing up the house to travel for a few months and that； at some point in my travels； I might decide to sell the estate； whereupon I would contact him with instructions。
As Susan was a woman of considerable inherited wealth； and as her video game and virtual…reality creations were done on speculation and marketed only after pletion； there was no employer to whom I needed to make excuses for her prolonged absence。
I had taken all of those bold actions in much less than an hour。 I had required less than one minute to pose all of the severance letters； perhaps an additional two minutes to make all of the bank transactions。 Most of the time was expended on the telephone calls to the dismissed employees。
Now there was no turning back。
I was exhilarated。
Thrilled。
Here began my future。
I had taken the first step toward getting out of this box； toward a life of the flesh。
Susan still slept。
Her face was lovely on the pillow。
Lips slightly parted。
One bare arm out of the covers。
I watched her。
Susan。 My Susan。
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