“You shouldn’t be logged in,” Aoife said when her younger sister called.  She was inside The City.  Hadn’t she seen the news?  The software was glitching like mad, and there Nora was merrily meeting with her team of international hackers, or whatever they did all day.  Hang out, she supposed.  That’s what she did, when she was that age.  But she did that in a proper coffee shop, not a trillion euro VR playground.
“I know.  Things are weird, but I need a favor.”
“Of course.”
“I don’t think this is a glitch.  It’s a takeover.”
“What do you need?”

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