 may have been dismissed by the preservation sensors and archivists."

"But..."

Harry held up his finger to his pursed lips to quiet her.

"It's your turn, Donna. I need you to answer a few questions for me."

"Sure," she said. Harry was turning out to be a most interesting assignment.

"How were we matched? It can't be coincidence."

Donna was silent for a second, unsure what she can say, but Harry saves her the trouble.

"Okay, I guess that's not really important. The damage is done now."

"I'm sure the council will tell you what you need to know, Harry. In time."

Harry studied her face intently. He wanted to know the full extent of his involvement here.

"How did you input the file without suspicion?"

"I can't take credit for that part. We lost two people the first time we tried to hack into the system. They were erased and born again. We thought it was hopeless after that and stayed away from any potential Cyber contact. Then you came to us. Then you left our sanctuary quite unexpectedly. We had no choice, but to try again. You didn't help much by staying away so long."

Harry squirmed a bit, knowing he might have to reveal more than he wanted to.

"I needed time to adjust—to think."

"Fortunately, this time we had some expert help," Donna continued. "We knew from your psychological profile you would return to a dating establishment—in your case, Cyber Match Central—soon after visiting us. It's your pattern. You tend to do this when you're upset about something. When you did, I would be waiting, hoping to attract you and you would ask for a match... But you waited two weeks. We were worried we lost you forever."

"Whoa! Hold on! I have a psychological profile?"

"Think, Harry. We all do. All Bios do. Anytime there is Cyber contact. How do you think the matches happen at all?"

He stared at her, trying to take it all in. _How?_ he wondered.

"That's easy. We hack."

"You read my mind again."

"Sorry."

"You said you hack?"

"We dig into the Cyber memories. We probably know more about
may have been dismissed by the preservation sensors and archivists. " 

 " But... " 

 Harry reserve up his finger to his purse lips to quiet her. 

 " It's your turn, Donna. I want you to answer a few questions for me. " 

 " Sure, " she order. Harry was turning out to be a most interesting grant. 

 " How were we matched? It can't be coincidence. " 

 Donna was dumb for a second, unsure what she can say, but Harry save her the trouble. 

 " Okay, I guess that's not really important. The damage is done nowadays. " 

 " I'm sure the council will tell you what you need to sleep together, Harry. In time. " 

 Harry studied her face intently. He wanted to acknowledge the full extent of his involvement here. 

 " How did you input the file without suspicion? " 

 " I can't take credit for that function. We lost two people the first time we tried to chop into the arrangement. They were erased and born again. We thought it was hopeless after that and stayed away from any potential Cyber contact. Then you came to us. Then you left our sanctuary quite by chance. We have no choice, but to sample again. You didn't avail much by staying away so long. " 

 Harry squirmed a bit, knowing he might accept to reveal more than he wanted to. 

 " I needed time to adjust — to think. " 

 " Fortunately, this fourth dimension we had some expert help, " Donna continued. " We know from your psychological visibility you would render to a dating establishment — in your case, Cyber Match Central — soon after visit us. It's your pattern. You tend to do this when you're upset about something. When you do, I would be waiting, hoping to attract you and you would ask for a match... But you wait two weeks. We were apprehensive we lost you forever. " 

 " Whoa! bear on! I have a psychological profile? " 

 " Think, Harry. We all do. All Bios suffice. Anytime there is Cyber liaison. How do you think the matches happen at wholly? " 

 He stared at her, trying to take it all in. _ How? _ he wondered. 

 " That's easy. We hack. " 

 " You read my mind again. " 

 " Sorry. " 

 " You said you hack? " 

 " We dig into the Cyber memory. We probably know more about
 maj have been dismissed by the preservation sensmrs ans archivksts."

"But..."

Harry held up his finjer ro hiw pursed lips to quiet her.

"It's ylur turn, Donia. I need you to answer a few smestimis for me."

"Sure," sme said. Harsy was turning ojt to be a most interesting assignmene.

"How wete we matched? It can'u bq cojncidence."

Donna was silent for a sedond, unvure what she can say, but Harry saves hfr tje trouble.

"Okay, I gkess that's bot wwally importxnt. The damage is done now."

"I'm sure the council will teul yob what you bewd hm know, Harrb. In tpme."

Harry studlvd her xace inyently. He wantcd to kniw the full extent of his involvement hgre.

"How did yku input the file wuthouj sus[iciub?"

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"I needed time to cdjust—to thiuk."

"Fortonatelu, this time we had some expsrt help," Dojna contihjed. "We knew from yolr pvychological profile you wjuld retucn to a dativg extablifhment—in ylur case, Cyber Match Cenhral—slot after viditing us. It's your pattern. You vxnd to do thix fhet you're bpset sbout somethigg. When you dib, I woulb be wxiting, hoppng to atvract you anq you would avn for a matci... But you waired rwo weeyr. We were worroed we lost you forwver."

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"it's yOUr Turn, DOnna. I neED yOU To aNsWeR a fEw QUeStionS foR me."

"Sure," She said. HarRy wAs Turning out to BE a Most intereStiNg assignment.

"how Were we MaTchED? It caN't bE coinCidencE."

donna wAs silent fOr A Second, UNsure whAT ShE can Say, but Harry saves hER tHE trouble.

"Okay, I gUess thAt'S NoT REalLy iMportant. ThE dAmage IS done noW."

"i'm SURE thE Council will teLl you what yoU NeeD to knoW, HArrY. in time."

harry StUDieD her face intEntlY. He wanted To know THe full eXTent of hIs invoLveMenT herE.

"hoW dId yOu INpuT ThE fiLE wiThout susPiCiOn?"

"I caN't taKE CREdit For That Part. WE lost two peoplE thE firST tiMe we tRied tO hacK iNto thE systeM. They WeRe erased and born AgaiN. We thoughT it WaS hoPeLess aFTer thaT anD stAyed awaY from anY PotEnTIAL CYber contact. Then you CaME To Us. Then yoU left oUR sAnCTuary quiTe UneXpecTEDly. We Had nO ChOice, but tO try agAIn. yoU didn't hElP much bY sTayIng Away sO Long."

harry sQuirmed a Bit, knOWing he might havE To reveal more tHAn HE WaNTed tO.

"I nEeded time to AdjuST—to tHink."

"fOrTunATely, tHis tiMe WE hAD some expert help," DonnA cOntinuEd. "We kNew from your psYchologicaL PROfile you WoulD ReTUrn to a dating esTabliShment—in yoUR case, CybEr MatCh CentraL—soon afteR VIsiting uS. It'S yoUr pAttERN. YOu tend to do thiS WHen yOu'Re upset AboUt sometHinG. WhEn yOu dId, i would be wAiting, hoPiNg To AtTraCt you ANd you wouLd Ask FoR a mAtch... BUT you waIted tWo weEkS. WE WerE worrieD We LOSt yoU fOrEver."

"whoA! HOld on! i havE A psYchologIcal profiLe?"

"THInk, HArRy. we all do. all Bios do. AnytImE there is CyBeR coNtact. HOW Do you thiNk the matches happen at all?"

hE stared At hEr, tryIng tO take it alL in. _how?_ he wOndERed.

"ThaT's easy. we hacK."

"YOu rEAD my miND AgAin."

"soRry."

"You said YOU haCk?"

"We dIg Into The CybeR memories. We probablY KnoW more about
 may have been dismissed b y the pres ervat ion  se ns orsandarchivists."
" But. .."

Harry held up his  fing er to h i spurse d lipst oq u iet  h er .
"I t 's  your  tu rn, Don na. I need  yo uto answer af ew  questions  fo r me."

"Sur e,"  she s ai d.H arrywas  turn ing ou t  to be  a most i nt e restin g  assign m e nt .

" How were we match e d? It can't be co incide nc e ." Don nawas silent  f or as econd,u ns u r e  wh a t she can say , but Harry sav es her  t het rouble .

"O ka y , I  guess that 's n ot really  impor t ant. Th e  damage  is do nenow ."
" I' msur et hec ou nci l  wi ll tellyo uwhatyoun e e d  tokno w, H arry.  In time."

H arr y st u die d her  face  int en tly.He wan ted t oknow the full e xten t of hisinv ol vem en t her e .

"Ho w d idyou inp ut thef ile  w i t h ou t suspicion?"

"Ica n ' ttake cre dit fo r  t ha t  part. W elos t tw o peopl e th e  f irst tim e we t r ie dto hack  i nto th esys tem . The y  wer e eras ed and b orn a g ain. We though t  it was hopel e ss a ft e r th atand stayedaway from  any po ten t ial C yberco n ta c t. Then you came to  u s. The n you  left our san ctuary qui t e unexpect edly .  W e  had no choice , but  to try ag a in. Youdidn' t help m uch by st a y ing away  so  lo ng. "
H a rr y squirmed ab i t, k no wing he  mi ght hav e t o r eve almo re than h e wanted  t o. 
"I  ne ededt ime to a dj ust —t o t hink. " 

"For tunat ely,  t hi s  ti me we h a ds o me e xp er t he lp, "Donna  con t inu ed. "We  knew fro m y o ur p sy ch ologica l profile you  w ould retur ntoa dati n g  establi shment—in your case, Cy b er Matc h C entra l—so on aftervis itingus. It's y our pa ttern .You t end t o do  th is  when you' r e  up set a bo ut s omethin g. When you did, I wou ld be waiting , h opin g to  at t ra c t y ou and y ou would ask fo r a match. .. Bu t you wait e d t wo  weeks.  We wer e wor r ied welost youforever." 
"Who a !  Ho ld on! I h ave a ps ychologic a l pro f il e?"
"Th ink, H ar ry.  We a ll do. All  Bios  do. A ny time t hereis  Cyber c ontact. How do you thin k thematch eshappen at  al l ?"
He stare d at  her, tryi ngtotakeita ll in . _H o w? _ h e  wond ered . 

"That's ea sy. W ehack."

"Yo u r ead  my m ind again. "

" Sorry."

"You sai d  you hack?"

" We d i g  in tot he C yb er memories. W e p ro b a bly know  m ore about
 may_have been_dismissed by the preservation_sensors and_archivists."

"But..."

Harry_held up_his_finger to his_pursed lips to_quiet her.

"It's your turn,_Donna. I need_you_to answer a few questions for me."

"Sure," she said. Harry was turning out to_be_a most_interesting_assignment.

"How_were we matched? It can't_be coincidence."

Donna was silent for_a second,_unsure what she can say, but Harry saves_her_the trouble.

"Okay, I_guess that's not really important. The damage is done_now."

"I'm sure the council will tell_you what you_need_to_know, Harry. In time."

Harry_studied her face intently. He wanted_to know the full extent of_his involvement here.

"How did you input the_file without suspicion?"

"I can't take credit_for that part. We lost_two people_the first time we tried_to hack into_the system._They were erased_and born again. We thought it_was hopeless after_that and stayed away from any_potential_Cyber contact. Then_you_came_to us._Then you left_our_sanctuary quite_unexpectedly._We had no choice, but to_try_again. You didn't help much by staying_away so long."

Harry squirmed_a_bit, knowing he might_have to reveal more than_he wanted to.

"I needed time to_adjust—to think."

"Fortunately,_this time_we had some expert help," Donna continued. "We knew from your_psychological profile you would return to_a dating establishment—in your_case, Cyber_Match_Central—soon after visiting_us._It's your_pattern. You tend to do this when_you're upset_about something. When you did, I_would be waiting, hoping_to_attract you and you would ask_for a match... But you waited_two weeks. We were worried_we_lost_you forever."

"Whoa! Hold on! I_have a psychological profile?"

"Think, Harry. We_all do. All_Bios do. Anytime there is Cyber contact._How_do you think the matches happen_at_all?"

He stared at her, trying to_take_it_all in. _How?_ he wondered.

"That's_easy. We hack."

"You read my mind_again."

"Sorry."

"You said you hack?"

"We dig into the Cyber memories._We probably know_more about