[ She nods — all this technology is beyond her, too, though she doesn't say as much. She's listening to the rest, about implants and information and having no idea what to say or do about any of that. Ugh... things keep being so complicated.

Her head doesn't like that any better than it's like much of anything the last few (weeks I guess) days. ]

I don't like the idea of all of that... but people tell me it's true. It's wrong, but it's true. So if we can be... if we can come back, if CERES ran off with our information... they wouldn't need us. They could always make us again, couldn't they? Like back-up CDs and stuff.