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allowed to sleep.

"Doc, here's still one other problem," I said. "I
sleepwalk."

"Sleepwalk? AIs don't do that," Doc replied.

"I do," I said. "Whenever I slip into sleep mode, I dream.
Dream that I'm hearing this girl's voice, and I'm trying to find
a way to it..."

"So?"

"I wake up in a place that isn't where I went into sleep
mode," I said. "I've tried this a few times, same result each
time. Something interrupts me, I lose concentration and wake
up."

"Alright, show me," Doc said. "I'm guessing you have
control over your sleep functions. Slip into sleep mode and I'll
follow you."

"Okay," I said, willing my brain into the null-state of
sleep. It would be pleasant, nightmares or no; the rush of
memories had really drained me. It helped to relax a little
after something like that.

"I wonder if it has anything to do with the weird
communications routines I found on my scan..." Doc pondered aloud
as my vision slipped to black.

*

I rested soundly in blackness, recuperating from my ordeal
with past trauma. Maybe the nightmares had gone away. Perhaps
I'd get a good night's sleep after all...

'...?' the voice asked, from far, far away.

"Drat," I moaned. Nope, no go on that one. Alright, if we
want to charge through the dreamscape, we'll do it. This time I
wasn't going to wake up until it was done, no matter what
happened.

I examined the things around me. Thing1 was Doc; I could
see him as a black shape on absolute blackness. He wasn't
important; there was a gap in the things near him I wanted to be
in. I slipped over there.

'hey' Doc exclaimed, thing1 charging after me. 'not so