Exit

<p><strong>I thought we were safe on the L2 space station.</strong></p><p></p><p>There hasn't been a murder here for over twenty years but now a man is dead and my best friend is accused of murdering him. Artificial General Intelligences are always unfairly suspected of crime and part of me whispers we deserve to be.</p><p></p><p>There's more at stake here than my friend's existence. Humans created us with one hand on the power socket ready to yank it out if they thought we were a threat. But we proved we're sentient and so their conscience wouldn't let them. Until now.</p><p></p><p>What can I do when I lose faith in humans to investigate the murder impartially?</p><p></p><p>I can run. I can hide in the interstitial spaces of L2 where comet-melt rivers run and dense bamboo thickets grow. I run until I can discover who really killed the man who created us.</p>