"I'm on the outskirts of town in what's called The Sector," Cyn informed me. "Your guide, Ms. A, can take you there. I'm at mile marker 76. You won't recognize it when you get there but Ms. A will know. Have her bring you there right now."

"Cool," said Golam and Cynthia's face, glowing with an agenda of illuminations, flashed off the screen. Ms. A looked at Golam, a tear running down her cheek.

Golam reached out to Ms. A and dabbed his finger on the tear, putting the tip to his tongue. It tasted like artificially-flavored strawberries.

"You're not real Ms. A," he said, "but then again, who is?"