“Shut down that network, then you’ll get your repairs.”
She left the meeting with a sour taste, and strolled through the grand foyer, flexing glitchy cybernetic fingers.
» Download complete « pinged across her view. A car waited by the curb and flashy skyscrapers shrunk away as it drove her across the city, to a hidden basement complex.
“Got it all,” she said, “didn’t have a clue.”
Her growing team poured over the stolen data, cleaned it up then released it to the network.
The rich had misused their tools. She found them a new purpose.
She flexed her hands seamlessly.
© 2021 Rebecca Glaessner
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