The drainage tunnel was a ribcage of concrete and slime, leading us deeper into the bowels of Nairobi’s industrial underbelly. The drone followed us, a silent, hovering vulture with a red mechanical eye. It didn't fire. I just watched it."Phase One?" I spat, the word tasting like the metallic soot in my lungs. I didn't stop running. My boots splashed through the oily water, my internal compass already mapping the city above. The pipeline was three kilometers north. The airport was ten."Alessia, wait," Lorenzo wheezed. He stumbled, his shoulder hitting the damp wall. He wasn't like me; his body hadn't been optimized for high-intensity recovery. He was human enough to bleed, human enough to tire.I stopped and turned. The drone hovered exactly three meters away."Why aren't you killing us, Silas?" I yelled at the machine.The drone’s speaker crackled. It wasn't Silas’s voice this time. It was a composite—a thousand voices layered over each other, men and women from the past entries I’
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