"If they ever load me into a Proxy," he said, "tell the proxy this: I didn't unravel. I escaped."
The session should have ended. The timer beeped. But the lattice didn't release her.
"Your husband. He didn't decohere. He volitionally collapsed his own quantum signature to hide. He's inside the lattice. Inside every Proxy."
"No," Mara whispered—her own voice, raw and small. "You don't get to use me as your door."
"If they ever load me into a Proxy," he said, "tell the proxy this: I didn't unravel. I escaped."
The session should have ended. The timer beeped. But the lattice didn't release her. reflect4 proxies
"Your husband. He didn't decohere. He volitionally collapsed his own quantum signature to hide. He's inside the lattice. Inside every Proxy." "If they ever load me into a Proxy,"
"No," Mara whispered—her own voice, raw and small. "You don't get to use me as your door." " he said