"Well, then, perhaps you'd like to return to Callisto?" He said this in
a totally neutral fashion.
"No. Not that anymore."
"Good," he said, rising to his feet.
All at once I was shivering and trembling. "Something is wrong with
me. I mean, it's true what I just said. That's how I feel. I don't
want to go back to the gang. But--I can remember how differently
I felt--before. And somehow it seems wrong to change one's mind
so--suddenly."
His hands rested on my shoulders. "Vera, this is what going through
the matrix process does to a person." His voice was low, boundlessly
sympathetic. "Each time it heals a little bit of your personality along
with the physical battle scars. The change is very slight and very
subtle. You hardly noticed it at all the first time, did you?"