“Your Dad? Has this girl in his private virtual space?” Zoë stares at
her, I guess not immediately twigging to the entirety of how fucked up
that is, so Lacy takes the next step: “She’s pure avatar, right? Something he invented?” Zoë agrees, because after all if that
were a someone they would just take off the holoband. I don’t know if
the full sex-doll ramifications of this are supposed to be your first
thought, but I mean… These little girls joined acult essentially because they were bored ofkilling/having orgies with each other.
They are no more innocent than anybody else about what the Matrix is
capable of giving you. So if that’s not the conversation that they’re
having — if this is not an Angeli Thing — then I don’t know what the
point of this is. And Zoë has every reason to trust Daniel Graystone
not one little tiny bit. He kidnapped her when she was terrified and
alone, on the day she died, in an embrace. Took her into this black
cell, and left her there until it was time for her to be an ugly robot.