“At last you understood.” The voice that came through the wrap was muffled, with a high register. “I thought you’d give me a reason to end your life today, especially after I provoked you. Poor Dr. Smith. I’m sorry I repayed his generosity by destroying the house.”

“Who are you?” Welga said. She held tight to the operative. “What are you doing here?”

The onlookers stood quietly and listened to their exchange. Based on the statistics in Welga’s visual, so did a significant number of adult Americans in their region.

“I am Dakini, and I needed a place to stay. I bring the liberation.”

“Fuck! Are you going to explode?”

Dakini shook—laughing. “No, you haven’t even scratched me. I’m not close to dying. Also, this covering blocks my comms, which means they can’t trigger the switch.”

Christ, the Machinehood puts a kill switch in their operatives!

“Are you human or AI?” one of the exfactors yelled from a rooftop, their voice echoing from a nearby dronecam.

“I’m Dakini. We’re human and AI and bot, all coexisting in one body. The Machinehood doesn’t recognize a difference, as written in our manifesto. You failed to stop harming humanity. You continued the production and consumption of biogenetic material. You persisted in your reliance on WAI and bot slave labor. Now you’ll face the consequences we promised.”

Welga tightened her arms around Dakini, as if that would stop whatever was about to happen. She scanned every camera view in her visual but saw nothing interesting.

“Olafson, what’s going on?” Welga subvocalized. “Anything from headquarters? Por Qué, enable my public comms.”

Olafson’s voice sounded in her ear. “A few new reports of attacks from overseas. Explosions at manufacturing sites, same as before. We’re the only ones with a live capture so far. Headquarters wants us back now.”

“Understood.”

Police officers in mech-suits and bomb-detection bots fanned out between the houses.

“You won’t find anyone here but me,” Dakini said. “No more explosives.”

“We’re getting reports—” Olafson’s voice cut off midsentence.

Welga’s visual froze. The video streams dropped out. The news-feed text jittered and vanished.

“Loss of network,” Por Qué said in a mechanical tone.

Welga turned to Olafson. “How’s your…?” She didn’t bother to finish the question. The baffled frowns on every face answered it.

Voices rose all around them. Swarms drifted and crashed into one another. Welga flung an arm up to shield her face from the debris. In the clear blue sky, high above, bright lights flashed like stars and trailed across the sky. The network constellations—high-altitude drones and low Earth-orbit satellites alike—were falling.

NITHYA

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