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Several moments became an eternity. The three spacefarers holding hands as they drifted amongst the stars. Then the moment passed, and mundane matters snapped them back to the needs of the day.
Colin cleared his throat. The others dropped hands and shuffled awkwardly.
“Um, sorry. That was nice. But yeah. So... you copied our data to your... archaea?”
“They are your archaea now. But, yes.”
“OK. Cool. I mean, that’s great! So, we’ll need the logins I guess.”
“Actually, I temporarily attached them to your existing account, so you can login as usual and check everything out, and then I’ll detach your old accounts.”
Colin moved to a nearby console and swiped in with his fingerprint. “Will the biometrics still work, once they kill us off?”
“They should. I programmed the archaea to copy your biometric data upon login. Although, let’s verify your actual passphrases now just in case there are any issues.”
Hannah walked toward another terminal.
“Oh, Hannah. I took the liberty of attaching your mother’s account to yours as well.”
“Really?! Isn’t that kind of risky? She has... I mean had access to really high level stuff right? Couldn’t that be, um... well, I mean, I’m not sure I want to see all that.”
“That’s perfectly understandable. I will delete her corporate records and leave only her personal files and financial accounts.”
Colin spun on his heels. “Holy shit! You get your mom’s bank accounts?!” Colin stared at Hannah in disbelief. Hannah in turn stared at Brother Anderson.
“Of course,” he replied. “You are her legal heir.”
“But she isn’t even dead yet! I mean, technically.”
“But we know she is,” replied Colin, “and once we’re dead you will cease to be heir, so the account would probably succeed to the company.”
“No way! She would never let that happen. She’s have some kind of backup charity or something for if it couldn’t go to me for some reason.”
“But Hannah. It can go to you. It has come to you already.”
Hannah thought about that. It felt weird, and wrong for some reason. Why did it feel so weird? She felt like she was stealing. Her mother had been diligent to instill into Hannah a strong sense of certain ethics. You worked hard. You didn’t lie unless you had to. And you didn’t steal. But maybe Colin was right. Of course her mother would have willed everything to Hannah, of that she had not a doubt. She could even check her personal files, now that she had them, but she knew it would be a waste of time. Absolutely, one hundred percent, Hannah was Maison Bhutros’s sole heir. So it wasn’t stealing. The account was legitimately hers. Turning slowly, she finished logging in, and opened her banking tab.
“So, coma boy. About that beach...”
Colin jogged across the room to look at her display.
“Ho... Lee... Shit...”