The Template Novels & Stories

"We weren't just 'Built,' Kiri. We were 'Manufactured.' The Union is the 'Production-Line-Model' that actually 'Started.' These other models... they were the 'Failures-of-Friction'." The Sovereign-Engineers boarded the Shipyard, their "Tungsten-Hammers" clanging against the "Ghost-Steel." They found "Vats of Primordial-Slag" and "Spools of Narrative-Thread" that had never been spun. But at the center of the "Primary-Assembly-Bay," they found the most important relic of all: the Master-Template. It was a "Negative-Space" in the shape of a tool—a mold that had been used to cast the very first concepts of "Cause" and "Effect."

I choked out, clutching my chest. "I don't need a 'Sync' interface to talk to the children," she said, her green eyes turning a deep, milky white. "I am the original template. My DNA is the base code. I’m not stabilizing the nursery, Arthur. I’m claiming it." Arthur’s face went pale. "Wait—no! The transfer isn't complete!"

"Reverse dissolution. Restore template. I'll bring Eva back, I'll—" "You can't." Subject Seven's voice was fading. Quantum static corrupting signal. "Generation One template isn't data you restore. It's consciousness framework you either have or don't. Eva was template. Eva is scattered. Template is destroyed. Enhancement is ending." "Then I'll rebuild it. I'll use her quantum signature to reconstruct protocols. I'll—"

And John being her blank check makes her more possessive. "Listen I am going home-" I feel a bit sick today "-I feel a bit sick today-" can you take the rest of my shift "-can you take the rest of my shift," I almost laughed at how she doesn't even try to change the excuse. This is what happens once every week. I am so used to the same excuse that I have memorized her words now. Some people never change and some people are not only Reena but me too as I nod my head in agreement.