It was her. But it was also more than her. The digital Laurie sat in a mirrored room, infinitely reflected. In each reflection, she was doing something different: one waved, one wept, one typed frantically at a keyboard, one stared directly at the viewer with an expression that was not programmed—it was accusatory .
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“Verification is an art,” the email from the agency had said. “We need the webeweb layer. The noise between the signals.” It was her