The cleaners found him standing in the middle of the tunnel, hands raised, implant glowing faintly through his skin.
The people who came for him weren’t cops. They weren’t corporate security. They were cleaners —the kind that erased problems, not memories. Silent suits with faces like empty screens.
A pause.
He tapped the implant.
The cleaners found him standing in the middle of the tunnel, hands raised, implant glowing faintly through his skin.
The people who came for him weren’t cops. They weren’t corporate security. They were cleaners —the kind that erased problems, not memories. Silent suits with faces like empty screens.
A pause.
He tapped the implant.