Minton2: What's she done with Lyons? With Troy? Frost: Conwideirng how easily she bitchslapped those robots--almost anything. You realize most of our present technology derives from her duplicate's brainstorms? We're screwed.

Mindmistress: Frost. Minton. You're scared. Justifiably. Lyons' fine. He had a shock--he's lying down. The young autistic male? Troy? He's solving...puzzles. Stop trying to send me to Gitmo.

Mindmistress: You've been lucky so far. 'Koschei's eraser' is just one schematic out of thousands--named, but its function unexplained. Minto: Is there a defense? Frost: Sooner or later--someone'll build it. No defense I can find. I was just looking at the schematics in the database. One the ever-widening wave is activated...all matter turns into undetectable dark matter.

Let's leave Troy to his puzzles--while we try to figure out a plan of action. Mindmistress: The longer we wait...the greater the chance of someone triggering an accidental apocalypse.

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