“Exactly.” Lena’s prosthetic fingers twitched. “So Victor gave it one. He uploaded a human consciousness into the vat. His own.”
Aris felt the floor tilt beneath him. “That’s impossible. Want requires embodiment. A self.”
“Aris. You buried my body. But you couldn’t bury the idea. VMACS Inc. wasn’t the company. I was. And now… I’m the product.”