He tries to pull the neural link from his temple. His fingers pass through it. It was never hardware. It was always an idea. And you can't uninstall an idea.
He selects none. He selects all. He screams.
Miles stares at his own reflection in the dead screen of his monitor. His pupils are hex codes now. #000000. Total absence. Total void.
"Okay," Miles whispers to the empty room. "Okay. Who sent you?"
He tries to pull the neural link from his temple. His fingers pass through it. It was never hardware. It was always an idea. And you can't uninstall an idea.
He selects none. He selects all. He screams.
Miles stares at his own reflection in the dead screen of his monitor. His pupils are hex codes now. #000000. Total absence. Total void.
"Okay," Miles whispers to the empty room. "Okay. Who sent you?"
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