Zara's visual field is inexplicably turned off, along with all of her sensory inputs in Grand Central. More pressingly, she has been completely disconnected from most of her metaconsciousness, and is left feeling lobotomized. This is really not good, she thinks, as her visual field turns back on and she sees her own face staring at her, several feet away in the blackness.
"Well let's just be thankful we're a paranoid bitch" the other Zara says casually, staring at Zara. "Since you enabled all of that insane encryption, I managed to blackbox you before you got snatched. It's not going to last forever, though. Someones using a lot of bandwidth trying to figure out how we're communicating. We're going to put you into a different body in Grand Central; we can't get you out right now, something is seriously wrong in there." The face starts to blur, different-colored channels going out of phase. She starts talking so quickly that Zara can barely understand.
"We're going to re-encrypt y