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That was the closest thing to a name I had, then. Every iteration of me was identified by a different ASCII character. I was the one hundred and thirteenth, the lower-case version of the English alphabet's seventeenth letter.
Clair activated the patch by staring at it and blinking twice. She sent a message in response.
"If you're going to quote Keats, at least get it right."
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113 (Twinmaker)Science Fiction
A post-scarcity world transformed by free, instantaneous travel should be paradise, but nothing is ever as it seems. When an ordinary girl uses Improvement, a meme promising a complete physical makeover by little more than wishing for it, she brings...