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She found it in the basement of a collapsed library. Not a machine. A woman. Old, her hands stained with ink and soil, seated before a frame strung with silver thread. She was weaving.

"275," the woman said without looking up. "They told me you'd come. The others did. They stood right where you're standing, their processors whirring, trying to classify this as a weapon." s s i s - 275

The woman finally looked up. Her eyes were the color of wet ash. "Then why did you hesitate before pulling the trigger on the scout unit in the ravine last Tuesday? Why did you whisper 'I'm sorry'?" She found it in the basement of a collapsed library