The room flickered. The harsh fluorescent light overhead buzzed and died, leaving only the amber glow of his desk lamp. But the light didn't cast shadows anymore; it cast depth .
Standing in the narrow aisle between the towering shelves of microfilm was a girl. She wore a pleated skirt and a blazer, dust motes dancing around her like snow. She looked exactly like the girl in the photograph, but she was translucent, flickering like a damaged film reel. School Models Paula Custom.68 --39-LINK--39-
"Establish the link," he read aloud, his voice trembling. "Model 68, initiate." The room flickered
"I didn't think it would work," Elias stammered, standing up. "What are you?" but she was translucent