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I was dumbfounded.
I sat up. "What? Why?"
"To bring you here," he answered. "I chose to infect you... and then to save you..."
"Save me?"
"...to take my place when I die."
"Take your place?" I said. "Wait. Am I-- am I cured?"
"Unfortunately no," he lowered his eyes. "The viral program had to be powerful enough for them to purge you. Even I don't know the cure."
"But--"
"I didn't create the virus," he answered my question.
"Then--"
"Yes," he anticipated my next question. "I infected you because I'm infected with the same virus myself. That's how I will die."
"But--"
"But you will not." He smiled his old wrinkled smile. "You won't die because Beatrice--"
"Yes?" I waited for the inevitable answer.
"Because Beatrice was never alive."
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