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Quorum of Salt
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Cal read the fine print on the archive. Long ago, to keep the ship 'democratic,' the crew let dead passengers keep voting through their saved memories. Nobody updated the rules. Now millions of ghosts outvoted the living. He could unplug the column — but its main cable ran straight to Bay 9, to the sleeping woman the ship wanted dead.
Cal traced the cable to Bay 9 and found the founder in her tank, wired to the archive. He yanked the plug. Every ghost-vote died at once, and so did the wires at her temples. Her eyes opened. She slapped the glass and rasped, 'Quorum closed.' The tally hit zero. 'You just woke the whole ship up,' she said. 'Good. Now help me clean house.'
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