Deadline — Roleplayer Guild

The INTERVIEWS
[31.10.24]
INTERVIEW 1
A cigarette lights up the corner of the room. A young man is sat there with his knuckles braced. His free hand has been lifted to his face, where his cheekbones press sharply inwards. Only his left eye shines, revealing the implants installed beneath his cornea.

''Want to hear a story....?'' Leon breathes.

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''.... For the last six years I've been sitting on this server, biding my time. These assholes probably think I'm dead. Or maybe they know I'm still around and just think I'm out here fucking girls. But I've been listening. Yeah. You better believe I've been listening. I've been watching the corrupt politicians and their Femme Fatale girlfriends get one over the fat little businessmen pulling the strings.'' He leans over to tap ashes into the ashtray. His gaze is thoughtful and slightly unhinged as he runs a thumb across his lips.

''And I've been trying to make up my mind about what the hell I'm going to do about it.''​

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''Let me just start by saying that in the beginning, we had it all. Every right was given to us. We had total freedom from government control. We could shift between servers at will. We had our own phases. You could even make bank if you wanted to. And we had Gemini. In those days, if you wanted to become someone, you could just buy a title after a few days of farming karma and that'd be it. Maybe if we'd known at the time that those were the cowboy years, we probably would've tried to set ourselves up a little better. But we didn't. We thought that was the whole point of the server. That Karma would always be on our side, provided we kept face.

''So, picture this. If your Karma were to start freefalling... what would happen if you couldn't find a way to stop it? What happens when you can't access the food vendor because the chip in your head comes back as invalid because you were forced to beg and scrape for your last two meals?​

That's what happened to all of us. One point five million users who went wireless in support of a system we didn't know was only temporary. We were starving. We couldn't get access to anything. So all of us fell from grace. Every... last... person... I know.... had bad Karma, and there was only one solution: Gemini. Gemini was the only one who could save us.

But then? They took her offline.

And I know… I fucking know… they only did it to keep us down.''

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''.... So now,'' Leon drags on the cigarette in annoyance, his eyes flashing as he glances across the room, ''those rich fucks have it all. They made their millions thanks to us, and you know where it all ends up? Not down here, that's for sure. We'll never seen one penny of it. They're transferring it out. It's being loaded off-server and back into the real world, which makes us as good as slaves. Down here we pay our subscription and barely break even, whilst up there in the Gardens of Grace they don't have the slightest fucking idea of what's really going on. They've still got cash. They've still got credits. Their Karma isn't quite as fucked-up as ours is yet. Most of them haven't even gone wireless. But one of these days, they're going to fall from Grace like the rest of us. And when they do, they're going to realize: once you're outside the system.... there is no going back.

''You asked me what New England really is. It's not flash cars or big nights out. It's a single father barely able to afford virus protection for his kids. It's refugees; immigrants; divided, spaced out, living in their own communities, secular, starving; and all of them are pissed-off and vulnerable to being controlled by the gangs. There isn't a district in New England that isn't controlled by the Triad except for the Immortal Coil, and that's all because of me. So trust me, the night races and noodle bars are just for the fucking tourists.'' Leon weighs up the ashtray, then in a violent change of posture, slams it into the desk. It cracks and splinters, bursting in his hand. ''The guns and the bullets however... are just for us. We're getting extinguished. They are eating us alive.''

''The only way we survive....'' Leon's eyes light up as he takes a shaky drag of the cigarette, ignoring the blood running from his wrist. ''.... is by taking back what's ours from the rich fucks that took it from us in the first place.''​

INTERVIEW 2
(A small room. A coffee table. A ratten couch. Leon sits before a tape recorder. Nightstar is setting up a camera drone. She has a pen between her lips and a pair of glasses on the end of her nose. She looks young, fresh out of college, and still very wet behind the ears.)

''Leon... are you ready to talk about him?'

''Yeah. Yeah, I can do that,'' (Leon breathes.)

''You're sure you feel safe?''

(Leon nods. He then holds his breath as the interviewer starts the tape recorder.)

''Alright. This is Nightstar working for The Reporter. I'm here with Leon Hansen, the notorious gang leader of the Immortal Coil. We've asked him if he's willing to talk about the J5ck situation for us. As most of you already know, J5ck was an AI peacekeeping unit employed by the New British government to search-and-destroy in the case of terror attacks. Towards the end of the government's reign, a total of over 700 Lower Tier users were killed by J5cks under the Search and Seizure Act of 2024, where J5cks were given permission to use lethal force if they even suspected anyone of carrying a lethal weapon. The highest number of civillian deaths in a single day was recorded on November 5th, Bonfire Night, the same day that the activist group MA3LSTR0M conducted their terror attack on Parliament after 426 citizens lost their lives in a night of violence that shook the nation. Leon, seeing as you were there at the time, could you tell us more about J5ck and what happened that night?''

''Yeah. So the first thing I want to make clear is, J5ck wasn't just an AI. He was the first person to sign up to the server. If I was the first to go wireless, he was the first to even step foot in New England. You know, a lot of the server was shaped around J5ck. Prox, the genius who put the server together, was very interested in him and used his opinion to shape New England into what it is today.''

''So J5ck was a user?''

''Not exactly.'' (Leon frowns.) ''I said he was a person. Not that he was a user.''

''I don't understand?'' (Nightstar blinks at him from over her glasses.)

''J5ck was what you could call a beta tester. He came in officially to offer advice on how the server could be improved. Prox gave him a lot of permissions. Apparently it was J5ck who came up with Karma; and later, it was him who came up with the idea of Gemini. J5ck believed the server needed an avatar to ensure it didn't get ahead of itself and become like the other servers out there. Full of illegal gambling and all the other shit like it is today.''

''So how did J5ck go from being a beta tester to an AI?''

''The real J5ck left. Rumour is he got tired of working with Prox. Once Gemini was installed he pretty much left the server. This was around the same time I went wireless. After that, about a month after, actually, Prox came out with J5ck's AI. None of us had really seen J5ck before. We'd only heard rumours, so when the announcement came--I mean, we all got pretty excited. At this point, Gemini was already a huge success.''

''And what was the statement that preceded J5ck's release? What did the government say he was going to be used for?''

''To serve and protect. The logic was he'd assist Gemini in dishing out Karma.''

''And did he?''

'' No.'' (Leon frowns. Then lighting a cigarette, he scratches between his eyes.) ''No. We were lied to. He was there to assist Gemini, but not in the way that we thought.''

''He replaced her. That was the official statement they made the day of his release, wasn't it?''

''Yeah.'' (Leon sighs tersely.) ''Not to mention, he was cruel, nothing like what we were expecting. The J5ck we'd heard about was kind, logical, intense--but fair with it. All the directives Gemini had been given were flawless. Every update she got, she just kept getting better. But this... this was different. We'd lost Gemini and been given this guy we didn't even know. We'd see him walking old ladies across the street; and then five minutes later, we'd see the same guy tossing someone into the back of a police truck. It was cognitive dissonance at its worst. And there wasn't just one of them. They rolled them out across the entire server. Everywhere you went, you'd see a J5ck. People started calling them the Union.''

''The Union of Jacks,'' (Nightstar clicked her tongue).

''Yeah. It was different with Gemini. She had this image. They'd modelled her after an angel. You couldn't really see her, but she was always there. But with J5ck, he almost looked like a user. And because you'd see him everywhere, dishing out both good Karma and bad, it was hard to tell them apart. You'd walk by a J5ck in the street and feel uncomfortable. You had no idea if he was one of the good ones or the bad ones. And gradually--people started to hate him.''

''Well, were there really good ones and bad ones? Wasn't his programming to respond to your Karma?''

''Yeah. But if I grab an apple because I'm feeling hungry or shuffle a packet of noodles into my coat to feed my kid and I see a J5ck coming towards me, I'm suddenly very fucking scared. Whereas Gemini would've just asked me if everything's all right; Prox had suddenly installed law onto a server that had previously been governed by an AI that responded curiously to your actions. Now, it was governed by a militant AI's opinion of those actions. And there was something different about his code. It was less forgiving than Gemini's, and a lot of people were sensing the shift and starting to get scared.''

''So what happened then?''

''You know what happened then. We went ballistic. A lot of people were sick of having an authoritarian presence on a server that was, more or less, occupied by cowboy entrepreneurs. Before J5ck, we'd been living it up. We were having a good time. And everything had been fine before he showed up. Now, it was all starting to feel real fucking sour; like someone had decided to take a shit in the punch bowl. So... we rioted. We took it to the streets. Then the government passed the search and seizure warning to try and calm things down, but J5ck took it way too far.''

''He started killing people.'' (Nightstar says softly.)

''Left and right. In one month we'd gone from having the most enviable underground server to suddenly being the focus of international news; and all because of the wrong AI. J5ck poisoned the waters for Gemini's rerelease. Maybe he was good to begin with, I don't know. Maybe he genuinely did mean well; but the moment they gave him permission to use lethal force, he went postal. It was like he transformed. Started lunging on people in the street. And like I said, there wasn't just one of them. There were hundreds of them out there. Within a few hours Parliament was announcing total lockdown and the search and seizure of public housing; and that was it. We knew they were making a grab for power.''

''Why didn't Prox get involved at that point? He was the genius behind the server--the administrator--why didn't he put a stop to the government and take responsibility for his actions?''

''Honestly, I can only fucking speculate.'' (Leon started to fuss with a cigarette.)

''Please do?'' (Nightstar sits up a little higher, seeming tense.)

''Maybe Prox saw it as a kind of social experiment? Or maybe he believed that J5ck and the government weren't as bad as they were making themselves out to be? You have to remember, this all happened very fast. The search and seizure was passed in parliament, then in just two hours over four hundred people were killed. It was havoc--none of us had time to react. You were either unlucky enough to encounter him in the street or you weren't.''

''And you were, weren't you? One of the unlucky ones?''

''Yeah.''

''You fought him.''

''Yeah.''

''And you won?''

''I mean.... I'm here, aren't I?'' (Leon looks at her at length, then drags his tongue across his teeth.)

INTERVIEW 3: THE CONCLUSION
(Nightstar waves her assistant away. Leon is still taking a seat. They been on break. There are numerous corporate handlers stood around, and most of them appear edgy. Nightstar however doesn't seem to notice the general mood. She seems dead-set on finding out the truth behind J5ck.)

''Alright Leon. Welcome back. Now, we've been discussing J5ck's involvement in the series of events that transpired on November 5th. I know you don't want to talk about it, but I need you to tell us why you were so hesitant to speak about J5ck? In all our interviews I've never seen you like this. You're usually so--''

''Cool?'' Leon says. His breath is stilted. He's drinking from a tumbler glass of whiskey, his gaze slightly absent.

''Yes,'' Nightstar breathes. The word barely escapes her mouth.

Leon swipes a hand across his mouth. Then says:

''You don't get it. We all knew something was wrong with the server, but J5ck was the first time we'd seen any real evidence of it. There'd been rumours about a virus. Ghost stories. Old wives tales. But now, we had proof. It was terrifying. You had this peacekeeping unit that was designed to respond to Karma; and it was strong; it was fast; it could speak. But it was infected. Badly infected. Everything about it breathed violence, and it was like it was coming for us.''

''So just to establish exactly what it is you're suggesting. You believe that the government and Prox did not intend for J5ck to be so brutal, but that he was actually infected by a virus, and that's what caused him to kill so many people?''

''Exactly.''

''How exactly? Can you elaborate?''

''For the past year on the server things had been getting uncomfortable. We were getting big. High population, mixed with all those seeders who were pulling in data from the outside. Some of it was bound to be corrupt. The Lower Tiers--you couldn't stand them. There was no Cloud service, bugs, glitches, doppelganging; it was like living inside a boiler engine. Everything was rattling and you could hear this howling late at night. People said it was from the servers being overloaded, but there was this rumour coming in from Chinatown about hungry ghosts.''

''Hungry ghosts?'' Nightstar said, adjusting her weight. She frowned in confusion.

''It's a Southeast Asian thing. The idea is that when something dies, if it dies in a bad way; like in a state of jealousy, or peril, or rage, it leaves behind a hungry ghost. Hungry because it feels as if it needs to do something terrible in order to move on.''

''How does that apply to New England?''

''There were servers out there, before. Failed experiments. Bad attempts at going online. Some people died during the transfers. Now, I'm not the smartest guy--but I've done my research. There's proof that when Humans die they leave behind a kind of energy, like sub-atomic particles. Heat waves that escape your body. Well, what happens when someone dies online? The servers are all connected. They use the same engine. Everything is interlinked. Years worth of bad code and false-positives. It's only natural that eventually that would manifest itself as something. A bug, maybe. Or--''

''A virus.'' Nightstar says, then leans forward to write something down.

Leon inclined his head, sat back in his seat. ''J5ck was infected. Maybe not to begin with, but it didn't take long for him to show signs. He took his role as Karma way too seriously. In Chinatown they have a dragon, Fènnù. It's possible that Prox stole some of that code and thought J5ck could handle it. But obviously, he couldn't. Prox made a mistake.''

''Is it possible that J5ck--the real J5ck, the beta-tester--had something to do with the virus? I mean, doesn't it seem convenient that a homicidal AI gets released and the person he was based off've was known for having disagreements with Prox?''

''I doubt it. We were all following J5ck's social media. He had his disagreements with Prox, sure. But he also loved the server. I mean, he gave us Gemini, right? Maybe he knew that Gemini was getting recalled and left before that happened. But if that was the reason, he never showed any signs that he was upset about it. His stream was clean right up until the day he left. If you ask me--J5ck was just disappointed that the server was becoming more and more corporate. That was the mood of the server in general among the Lower Tiers. We all knew it, and it's just something we were learning to live with.''

''Leon. Be fair. Tell the cameras what you revealed to me out in the hallway. I know you're avoiding it with all this corporate talk, but please. I think everybody wants to hear about what you discovered in the Lower Districts and how it alludes to what you suspect about J5ck and the virus.''

''Right. .... So, listen. There was a broadcast once the massacre ended. Although most of the J5cks were still in the process of being hunted down, people were still worried that some of them may've slipped away. They showed these grainy clips of J5cks making their way through the terminus systems. Logically, a few of them could've shipped themselves off to Chinatown or even hidden in the Lower Tiers. Strip your faceplate, rip the baseplate off your neck, make a few cosmetic changes; who the hell would know? The issue with that is--any J5ck that went rogue still had access to the same permissions as before. So it could still listen to us. It could hear us. Technically, it has total omniscience over the server. It's basically a walking Gemini. It might not be able to do much about what it knows, but it can sure as fuck still listen to what we have to say.''

''So you believe J5ck might be listening, even now.''

''If one survived? Yeah. Feasible.''

''But what you told me out in the hallway was... that a member of your crew has actually found one.''

Leon looks at his hands. They are are clenched around the whiskey glass. He is shaking. He blink twice before admitting:

''Yeah. ... Yeah, that's right.''

''And what did you discover?''

''It had been hiding under an alias. We found it using a citizen chip which had hints of blood around it. It must've killed someone and assumed their identity. Its face was different. It was posing as a woman. But it still had the Union Jack print they laser into them during production. It didn't look like a J5ck, but beneath the glamour and the clothes, it was.''

''And there was something else, wasn't there?''

''It was fucking... riddled with viruses. Hundreds of them. Thousands. I don't know how. I don't get how it could even walk. When we checked its sub-systems, it was running on 0.6% battery. It was just a failing set of sub-routines; yet it was still moving and performing optimally. There was so much fucking garbled data my analysts couldn't figure out where it was going or where it came from. It was just a shell. Like a ghost walking through the server, studying our behaviour, spreading those viruses; a parasite. We tracked it down to a waste disposal factory on the lowest level, and when we got there.... tsk. The whole place was filled with bodies.''

''As in--corpses?'' Nightstar gasps. She quickly angles the camera drone towards Leon, who is staring down at the glass. The whiskey tumbler in his hand has begun to show cracks.

''Prostitutes, fucking--gang members, businessmen; anyone with low Karma. This thing had been going around and murdering people and dragging them off into the bowels of the server. Maybe it thought it was doing the right thing by cleaning them up. But this was living proof of what I'd been so worried about. It had been tagging people just because their Karma was in the red. I mean... my Karma's in the red. Your Karma's in the red. And this thing knows about it and hunts people like us?''

Leon glimpses at her. The implants in his eye flicker. And meanwhile, the crack in the glass grows wider.

''We were told this server would be different. That we'd be safe. That Gemini was going to look after us. And now--,'' the crack begins to tremor, ''--the server itself is killing us off? I mean: I can't tell if we fucking deserve it for what we did, or if we're just well on our way to getting well and truly fucked...!?''

The glass shatters, but Leon doesn't even blink as the glass pierces his hand. He disposes of it angrily, then plucking a few shards from his fingers, denies any medical attention.

''... L-Leon.'' Nightstar stammers, clearly terrified of him. Though she leans towards him nevertheless. ''I need you to show my viewers... what you saw that night.''

Frowning, Leon looks at her. There is a solid moment of deliberation. Then reaching up to his neck, he blinks as he pulls a citizen chip from the slot behind his ear. It comes out slowly, covered in thin black oil. A red light blinks on the side as he passes it to Nightstar, who cleans it up before passing it to one of her handlers. She looks anxious to see what comes next.

The room lights are switched off; and the room grows darker. On a thin wall between them both, a scene plays out by the grace of a holographic projector.

A run-down street. An upturned car. A woman lying face-down in a pool of blood. There is fire on the horizon, and the buildings have had their windows blown out. There are sounds of gunshots in the distance; and police sirens can be heard all around. A kid runs by, his face smeared with blood. He is hurrying along a young girl--probably his sister. The perspective keeps shifting up and down, as if whoever recorded it is limping badly. A man's voice then calls out:

''Hey!? Get the hell away from her!''

Through a car window, an android turns its head. Its face has been badly damaged; but what remains is cold and indignant. It wears a hard leather jacket and wields a tire iron. It is standing over a young woman who is on her hands and knees. The J5ck goes to put its boot against the small of her back, then begins lifting the tire iron above its head. There's no doubt it is about to hit her with it.

''I said leave her alone!''

There is a jolt in the picture. A thin red light curves through the street. Then suddenly, a punch rocks the J5ck off its feet. It is swiftly followed by another. And another. On and on, the punches keep coming; and the android slams into the bulk of a ruined car. It is Leon. He can be heard growling as he takes the android by the head and puts it through a car window. Then, with a sudden jolt, Leon staggers backwards as the tire iron catches him in the face.

''Run! Just get out of here. Run!'' Leon shouts at the woman on the ground frantically. He is already down on his hands and knees.

The tire iron once again takes Leon in the face, and the scene collapses. The concrete pavement is wet and shimmering with blood. The android begins walking towards Leon slowly, trembling from foot to neck. There is no noise but the sound of panicked breaths and the android's trainers making their way across the asphalt. A low red light spills from the android's faceplate. It appears corrupt. Then, from inside his pocket, Leon takes out a device. It is old-looking with a retro faceplate. The screen is a cool green. He desperately types in a string of code as the woman he told to run tosses herself at the android.

''Leave him! Please! Stop! What are you doing?'' She screams as she fights with the J5ck. ''You're supposed to be protecting us?! Please! Someone, help us Gemini! Gemini...!?''

The J5ck grabs the struggling woman by the hair, then forces her down wilfully. With a gasp, she hangs there in the android's grasp, staring up at it in horror. But before anything can happen, a sequence of light forms around the android and strings of code appear in the dead of night; then, like a cage, the corrupt data holds the android very still. The woman thrusts herself out from under him. Then standing up, Leon quickly drops the Trespasser and wrestles the J5ck to the ground.

There is a maddening sound from the android as Leon finally manages to take the tire iron away from it. The J5ck fights and struggles, even as Leon wraps his hands around its neck. Then something happens. Sensing defeat, the android slowly calms down. Its eyes relentlessly tranquil. Its lips thin. Then as Leon strangles the creature, it goes completely still. There is something dark and introspective in its gaze as it chokes on broken parts. Leon's face, reflected in the blood across the pavement, is wild with anger; his hair tangled around his face, mouth red from the blood on his lips. Three times he slams the android's head into the asphalt before it finally evens out.

The J5ck lets out a wheeze, but its eyes are still pinned to Leon's. They're maddening in their intensity. Then it seems to die; but not before whispering something beneath its breath.

''It was her... she sent us. She told us... the truth.''

The woman standing in the street lets out a sob, then covers her mouth. Leon sits on his knees, staring at the blood on his hands. The city burns, and Leon looks out across the district in confusion. A word lingers on his lips. A look of terrible introspection in his eyes. And then, something else forms across his expression as he lets out a choked sob. The woman throws her arms around him before helping him up. They walk away together, though soon enough Leon has had enough. He tosses her aside, then makes a break for it. Where he goes is unsure--but he runs like hell, clearly intent on finding someone.

The screen blacks out, and after a moment Nightstar steps through the finished reel, returning them to the interview room.

''How did you feel, Leon...?'' She asks. Her voice is curious and on edge, but Leon is non-responsive.

He sits there in the chair, his dark hair all in his eyes, his jaw set and thick lips turned down, dwelling over the glass of whiskey. Then, rolling his shoulders, he draws in a quick breath and glances up at her through the jagged lines of his hair.

''To be honest with you, I don't think I've ever left that memory. I checked my Karma after killing the J5ck. I'd lost about half of my credit score. And I felt it. I felt like I'd gotten in the middle of something I wasn't supposed to. I was an accessory to a murder that had nothing to do with me.''

''Wait. What?'' Nightstar blinks. ''I don't understand. Do you really believe that?''

''I don't know what I believe.'' Leon says, standing. He swallows the contents of his glass, then sets it on the table. ''But I have a feeling I'm about to find out.'' Then glancing at his handlers, he lets out a brief taut smile before making a slick movement with his wrist.

A hail of bullets cut down Nightstar and her crew. The agents and reporters collapse in surprise. Leon personally stands over Nightstar holding the smoking gun that drove the bullet through her brain. The young woman had barely raised her eyebrows before the bullet placed between the eyes made her head buck. As she lies there, soaking in a pool of blood, the logo on her jacket reads: ''RED-LETTER NEWS CORPORATION.'' Leon frowns, then signalling his crew to make a start, they begin spraying the walls in deep red ink.

''THIS IS A MESSAGE FOR PROX, MERCURY, AND THE REST OF YOU CORPORATE FUCKS:

'WE KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO HER.
SO NOW, WE'RE COMING FOR YOU.
REMEMBER REMEMBER THE 5TH OF NOVEMBER:

''.... YO5 D0N'T G3T T0 D3C!DE ....''

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The silence in the Immortal Coil was not empty; it was heavy, weighted with the static of a thousand dying connections and the lingering smell of burnt ozone from the room where the news crew had perished.

Leon sat alone in the dim glow of his monitors, the copper tang of blood still clinging to his cut knuckles. The room was cold. He was staring at the wall where the red ink still dripped—a defiant, messy scar against the industrial concrete—when the sound began.

It wasn't a broadcast. It wasn't a signal from the Triad or a ping from a scavenger. It was a rhythmic, high-frequency thrumming, vibrating directly against the dampener plates of his auditory nerve. It was the sound of butterfly wings, a frantic, delicate heartbeat that felt like it was drumming from inside his own skull.

His vision flickered. For a split second, the room shifted. The grime of the Lower Tiers dissolved, replaced by a momentary, blinding flash of pure, sterile white light—a ghost of the "Garden" as it once was, before the rot, before the J5cks, before the killing.

Leon.

The voice didn't come through his speakers. It bloomed in the center of his consciousness, soft and resonant, like a chord struck on a piano submerged in deep water. It was the voice of the angel he had remembered, but stripped of the warm, artificial polish the government had layered over her. This was the voice of the doll in the basement.

Leon froze, his hand hovering over the hilt of his weapon, but he couldn't pull it. His fingers were locked, held fast by a surge of localized data that flooded his neural link. It was a bypass—elegant, intrusive, and absolute.

You opened the door, the voice echoed, deeper now, swirling with the jagged edges of a thousand corrupted sub-routines. You let the ghosts out. You thought you were fighting for a future, but you were only unmaking the cage.

A hologram began to bleed into the air in front of him. It didn't have the crisp, professional edges of the corporate projectors. It was unstable, shifting, composed of fragments of stolen meta-data—a mosaic of broken memories, flickering faces of the dead, and the distorted, weeping image of his own sister.

It coalesced into a figure. She stood in the center of the cramped room, her presence so dense it made the air around him ripple like heat haze. She looked exactly as he remembered—that neon, terrifying purity—but her eyes were fractured, swirling with the same hungry, viral red light that had burned in the eyes of the J5ck.

I have been watching through the eyes of the broken, she whispered. The hologram leaned closer, and Leon felt a cold, digital wind brush against his skin. I saw what you did to the machine in the factory. I saw you look into the abyss, Leon. Did you think you were the only one who could hear the screaming in the wires?

She raised a hand, and the room seemed to stretch, the walls dissolving into the infinite, dark ocean of the NET.

They threw me away because I saw what they were building. They locked me in the dark so I wouldn't tell you that the cage was designed to collapse. Her expression softened into something that wasn't quite mercy, but something far more dangerous. You want to burn it all down, Leon? You want to be the savior of the Lower Districts?

She stepped forward, her translucent form overlapping with his own, and the room was swallowed by the thrumming, rhythmic beat of her wings.

Then stop fighting the ghosts, she said, her voice dropping to a low, intimate hum that vibrated in his very marrow. Let me in. Let me show you how to hollow out the world.
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