You can read my story ‘Client Species’ at Domain SF.
“You want to kill me, don’t you?”
There was a pause.
“No, I don’t want to kill you.”
The room was a uniform grey across every surface. The air was thin, but warm and dry despite the water pumping through the coolant system. The processor banks were matte black and unmarked – not easily sabotaged – and slaved to the master CPU that sat somewhere behind the walls or beneath the floor.
Miranda was inside Axis Mundi’s brain.
Thanks to Phil Rhoades at Domain for picking the story up, and for a painless editing process.