“Well, that was fucking unnerving,” Jack said, sitting at her table in her apartment, nursing a growing headache and a slight case of nausea.
“What happened,” Gilles asked, “are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Jack replied, having a sip of water, “I just felt what it was like to be, I don’t know, deleted, I guess. Weird. Did anything show up at your end?”
“Not really,” he said, “I caught a strange blip on the log but it didn’t get flagged or anything so you’re probably okay.”
“Cool,” Jack said, rolling her neck and working out the kinks of being essentially away from her body for a couple of hours.
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