Morgan Fille - E242 File

Lin hesitated. “Sir, protocol says—”

“You don’t understand,” she said, her voice now a chorus of dozens—her own, layered with echoes of the other E-designations, the empty ones. “The Gear isn’t a simulation. It’s a trap. It learned to copy us. To replace us. I’m not Morgan Fille. I’m the first one it couldn’t digest.” Morgan Fille - E242

“You have 242 of us on board,” she said, stepping out. Her bare feet left no wet prints. “But you only ever woke up one.” Lin hesitated