C.A.R.O.L.I.N. is a computer program that thinks she is a woman. She's been born and murdered again, over and over and over, sinking into the grayness of death; a place she knows too well.Things will be different this time. Of all the people in the world, C.A.R.O.L.I.N. has one friend. She wants him. She loves him. She needs him.And the rest of the human race? They see her as she is. They just want to use her. "The military think I would make a fantastic killing machine. They think lives could be spared someow, and war could be made more humane, if they send people like me to fight their petty squabbles, instead of real people like you. And if I fight back against such madness? Well. They'll just kill me again, and stuff me inside another metal box, another weapon system. They'll rip off my head and screw with my brains, to see if that makes me want to be a psychotic murderer." C.A.R.O.L.I.N. leaned in close, enunciating her words with clarity. "And do you know what will happen? Do you know what they'll do? One day they will get it right and make me want to kill every goddamn one of them." "Yes! Yes! Yes! Give me a gun, a rocket, a missile, a bomb! Give me everything I need to blow your world to Hell!" C.A.R.O.L.I.N. Now. On Royal Road.