Saturday, March 29, 2014

Dead Rite chapter 172.06


“Obviously.” Harold nodded and smiled until it finally occurred to his to ask. “What consciousness transference?”

“Mine.” Dill tapped his saltdough forehead. “Once I've built a new body you'll have to take the locks off to allow me to transfer.”

“Oh, right. Of course. As long as Sam stays where he is, obviously. We can't have him making a dash for the internet, can we?”

“I suppose not.” Dill copied Harold's comradely fist pump. “Wouldn't want him to start being God without us.”

“No. Indeed not. That would be vexing.” Harold sucked at his lower lip. “He would, wouldn't he? Be God, I mean. They'd be nothing we could do to stop him. He'd be a megalomaniac,”

“To be honest with you,” Dill smiled and his brown teeth flashed in the study light. “He's almost there already.”

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