That was it. No matter how horrified doctors would be about this, I was going to try and find the mindbase backup.
I ran to the unit's command centre in the kitchen and I scoured our databases for a copy of Paul's mindbase. I only found one over a year old—from before we met and got involved, before I moved in.
Oh, damn it. Damn it, Paul, how could he be so sloppy?
I sank at the kitchen table, my face in my hands.
If the backup worked, what would that mean to our relationship? He'd wake up finding a strange woman in his unit, a construct even. The fact that the old Paul hadn't minded that I was a constructed human didn't mean that the new version of him wouldn't. There were often small discrepancies between different versions. He might reject me. He might accuse me of breaking in.
Oh,
