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She had returned her passengers to Z'ha'dum. She should be flying with her sisters, shrieking the red rapture of the war cry. Instead, she remained planet-bound, gravity weighing her down, the endless wind scouring her with dust. While she sat idle, the Eye sent her strange signals and directives, filling her with unease. She had been instructed to change her maintenance cycle, shifting her central processing unit much more often and in more complex patterns than she normally did. The changes made as much sense as Justin's questions.

My name is Anna, she transmitted to him.

He stopped, raised his index finger. "Anna is part of your name. What is the rest?"

He was right, she knew, which angered her further. There was another part to her name. She no longer remembered it.

"When were you born?" he asked.

I don't understand.

"Where are you from?"


"Before Z'ha'dum."

There was nothing before Z'ha'dum. How could there be? Here were her first memories of receiving the instruction of the Eye, of learning control of her systems, of taking flight. This was where she and the machine had become one.

"What are you, Anna?"

The man was an idiot. An engine of chaos and destruction.

"Before you joined with the ship, what were you? Who was Anna Sheridan?"

Sheridan. Now that he had said the word, she recalled it. But she didn't understand why she had a second name. Your questions make no sense.

"This is pointless," Elizar said. "Why delay? Once she is out, Bunny can help to awaken any memories that survive."

Justin dismissed Elizar's comment with a sharp movement of his hand, and his voice was hard. "Nothing like this has ever been done before. They said we should at least begin the process while she's in her current condition, so she'll
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