Syahata woke to the smell of ozone and burnt coffee.
She had no weapons. Only her rubber chicken shoe. She threw it.
A confirmation dialog appeared: [CANCEL] [DELETE FOREVER] Her finger hovered. She thought about the beta version of herself. The coffee. The bus. The exclamation marks.
Syahata felt a pang of real dread. She’d been ignoring her own backup files for months. Was she original or just another build?
She pressed it.