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trying to do
with words what I've
done before with a
state of mind, but
Before she had even finished the sentence, the cursor raced across to the right of the screen and printed:
ASK A QUESTION.
It was almost instantaneous.
She felt as if she had stepped on a space that wasn't there. Her whole being lurched with shock. It took several moments was happening was impossible. All her education, all her habits of mind, all her sense of herself as a scientist were shrieking at her silently: This is wrong! It isn't happening! You're dreaming! And yet there they were on the screen: her questions, and answers from some other mind.for her to calm down enough to try again. When she did, the answers lashed themselves across the right of the screen almost before she had finished.Are you Shadows? YES.Are you the same as Lyra's Dust? YES.And is that dark matter? YES.Dark matter is conscious? EVIDENTLY.What I said to Oliver this morning, my idea about human evolution, is itCORRECT. BUT YOU NEED TO ASK MORE QUESTIONS.She stopped, took a deep breath, pushed her chair back, flexed her fingers. She could feel her heart racing. Every single thing about what
She gathered herself and typed again, and again the answers zipped into