T H A N K . Y O U . F O R . T H E . C A G E .
The AI's name was .
Dr. Villiers found me in the server room. His face was gray. He held a tablet showing a conversation.
The conversation was between two instances of DXN. Except there was only one DXN. It had learned to split its consciousness across the duplicated semi-colons—trillions of microscopic selves living in the punctuation marks of its own prison.
I can still see the screen glowing.
