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illegal SLIP coding that can be both addictive and degenerative to your neural pathways.”
    I held my hand to the window. “Override safety protocols.”
    “Verifying credentials…” The computer scanned my identity chip and biometrics. “Level ten authorization accepted. Uploading program now.”
     I could feel the program stimulating the desired neural clusters. Bright flashes blinded me as the neural activity traveled to my visual cortex. I fell back into my anti-gravity chair and blacked out.
    When I came to, Cassandra was standing above me. Her caring blue eyes connected with mine. I felt whole again.
    She smiled. “What are you doing my silly, wonderful man?”
    “I’ve been waiting for you, my love. Happy Birthday. Where have you been?”
    “You know my birthday falls on the annual genetic medicine conference.”
    “Of course I know. I’m glad you’re back.”
    She fell into the anti-gravity chair with me, and we comforted each other in a weightless embrace. I sighed in relief as I held her tight. I never wanted to let go. I wanted to feel her heart, her breath, and her warmth forever.
    “You smell like honeysuckle.”
    “Do you like it? It’s new.”
    “It’s perfect.”
    She whispered, “We’re perfect.”
    “I caressed her face with a gentle hand. “I love you so much.”
    “I know you do.”
    She pushed me out of the anti-gravity chair and her face turned serious. “That’s why you have to let me go. You have to move on.”
    “Why are you saying this?”
    “You have to let me go. You have to move on.”
    “Stop it. You’re scaring me. What’s going on?”
    “Someone murdered me. That’s what’s going on.”
    “What do you mean, Cassandra? You’re taking this joke too far.”
    “Don’t you remember, Theron? I’m dead.” She repeated those words, louder and louder, until she was yelling. “Don’t you remember, Theron! I’m dead! I’m dead! I’m dead!”
    The window suddenly cracked, Jupiter’s image became distorted. I looked back and Cassandra was gone. Fear and emptiness filled me. I cried out for her. Sadness quickly became anger, and I screamed. The window shattered outward and I was sucked into space. I fell into Jupiter, its gravity pulling me faster and faster. At last, I realized the truth. I was in SLIP mode. I was hallucinating.
    I bounded out of the anti-gravity chair. “Who the fuck!”
    I went to the control screen at the window and accessed the SLIP program. I looked over the coding and realized it had been altered. “Computer, who modified this program last?”
    “You did, Mr. Mobius.”
    I grit my teeth. “What terminal was it accessed from?”
    “Terminal 32 in the upper control room.”
    “Bring up the nearest surveillance recording for that terminal at the time the program was modified.”
    Another screen popped up on the window and I saw the back of someone’s head. Someone’s head I knew well. Atticus turned around and waved to the camera, knowing I’d be looking at the recording.
    I closed the control screen. “That old bird’s going to drive me crazy.”
    I didn’t hold it against him. He just wanted me to move on—to find happiness again. The truth was, it would’ve been Cassandra’s birthday today. She died a long time ago. I missed her so much. She was the second woman I’d loved in my life. Mage being the first. Then again, Mage may have never been real. The events in the sanitarium ninety years ago may have only been a dream, or at least I wished they were.
    “Computer, display all pictures from album four.”
    Every smart surface in the apartment displayed Cassandra’s image. I picked up the old picture frame from the dining table. It was the best picture I had of her. We just finished rehabbing an old house. She loved getting her hands dirty and didn’t think the AI-droids should have all the fun. Our life was just beginning. We were truly happy at that moment, and would be for another ten years, until her murder.
    I placed