Then, his monitor flickered. In the reflection of the black screen, he didn't see his own face. He saw a woman standing behind him in a lab coat, her image pixelated and shimmering like a corrupted video file. She wasn't holding a weapon; she was holding a digital cable that seemed to plug directly into the back of his neck.
Elias realized then that the file wasn't data. It was an invitation. And he had already accepted it by simply looking at the name. 002 ? SA-Evy-Tmt-006.7z.001
"We couldn't fit the whole consciousness into one server. We had to break her apart to keep her from screaming. You have the first piece of her voice. Do not look for the others. She is already trying to stitch herself back together using your connection." Then, his monitor flickered