She sleeps in a biochamber at night, a collection of neurons, saving desperately for a Corpus to house her. Someday, she wants to become Charlotte, to be incorporated, to work on the roads laying asphalt. Until then, she must be content with her work at the call center, saving every penny, designing the ideal Charlotte she wants to become.
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