Splinters of Glass

"Tabula Rasa." The words came from the other side of the white door. "She's a blank slate. Everything has been completely wiped-like a newborn.""Is she dangerous?" The second voice was lower, clipped. "I hardly think so," answered the first voice, dismissively. "Not now, at any rate!" There was a short laugh. Then the door handle turned, and the woman lying on the white bed realised they were talking about her.In Vera Loy's second collection of science fiction stories, a woman wakes to disc...