Valdris’s implants flickered, unable to categorize the room. For the first time in years, he felt a sensation he didn’t have a protocol for: quiet.
In the sprawling, hive-like industrial arcology of Veridian Core, where production quotas were chanted by digital overseers and the air smelled of recycled ozone and rust, there was one name spoken with a mixture of awe and unease: Kamsin the Untouched. kamsin the untouched production controller
She never touched the mainframe. And the mainframe never touched her. Valdris’s implants flickered