She was intelligent enough to know that coincidence seldom indicates cause and effect, yet she had quickly developed an almost superstitious reluctance to part with this bit of plastic. If the program had somehow been responsible for the sudden improvements in her life, a nightmare seemed to be a minor side effect. She wondered if a single use was sufficient to affect permanent changes. Was it possible to overdose?
Driven by impulse, she addressed a disk mailer to herself, dropped in the disk, and hunted up enough stamps to insure delivery. She would drop it in the mailbox tomorrow. That would keep it out of harm’s way until she had time to decide what to do with it.
She showered. In the past, her showers had been mere hygienic rituals, unpleasant chores that reminded her of her too soli
