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Mira looked at the cube. At the door. At the customer who had no idea.

"Sure," she said. "Step right up."

Mira looked at the door. Beyond it, she saw herself. Dozens of her. Angry ones, weeping ones, one with her dead aunt's eyes staring out of Mira's young face. They pressed against the inside of the light, palms flat, mouths moving in silent synchronization. gsn xerox

It was a machine.