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Half of her big, round backside was sticking out. She wasn't wearing any pants; instead, she just had a little white thong with those sheer, skin-colored stockings over her long legs. The sight nearly made my nose bleed. It was breathtaking. I'd never been near a young woman this perfect my whole life. Even if she wouldn't let me do anything else, just letting me touch her for a moment would have added years to my life.

Why would she argue with her openly if she could hit her back behind closed doors? “Shameless bitch,” Jay-Dee muttered furiously. Her anger could almost draw out a laser light beam from her eyes which looked green due to the color contact lens she was wearing. Jay-Dee's phone buzzed. Her gay PA handed her the phone quickly. “Night, oh, my God!” the woman exclaimed happily right after answering the call. The sharp looks in her eyes completely disappeared out of the blue. The name she mentioned earned her three pairs of curious eyes, including Minah.

They had built the sword, but forgotten the fire. The rain-streaked window of my Copenhagen apartment blurred the neon lights of the city into a watercolour of loneliness. Another night stretching out, empty and silent. I took a long swallow of cheap wine, the bitterness a familiar comfort. I glared at the holographic angel, his perfect pectorals seeming to mock my very mundane frustration. “Michael,” I said, the words slurring just enough to betray my mood. “Where can a girl get some drugs, sex, and a good time around here?”

The screen is black, but the room feels crowded. Alex and I stand there, dripping wet in our towels, shivering in the drafty Brooklyn loft. The adrenaline from the car chase is fading, replaced by a cold, creeping dread. "Let me introduce myself properly," the distorted voice says. The static clears. The main monitor flickers to life. A face appears. It’s not a hacker in a hoodie. It’s a woman. Sixty, maybe older, but immaculate. Silver hair pulled back in a severe chignon. Rimless glasses. A suit that costs more than this building.

By the time I knew it, lunch time was here. Mysterious Woman I was staying 30 minutes away in a gated community. This place is disgusting and I hate it here. As beautiful as it is, all I feel is the prison that these well-manicured lawns and freshly painted homes are. This is what hell looks like. Pretty on the outside, but ugly on the inside. A car pulled into the driveway in front of the home. The man that got out of the car disgusts me. The woman that was with him was even more disgusting. They rang the doorbell. If only I could kill them both to rid this world of people like them. I sighed, if only I could break free from my masters and the Group, but that will never happen.

The woman’s smile widened. “Yes.” Ethan frowned. “You wanted this?” “Of course,” she replied. Victor laughed bitterly. “You wanted power.” The woman’s eyes flashed. “I wanted evolution.” Ariana felt the voices inside her mind stirring again. Whispering. Watching. Waiting. “You were supposed to be the final vessel,” the woman said, looking at Ariana. “The ultimate bridge between human consciousness and digital immortality.” Ariana’s chest rose and fell rapidly. “You turned me into a machine.”

Rain trailed like static down the windows; outside, journalists clustered past fences, waiting for a single glimpse of the woman they now misnamed the Firewall’s Heir. Adrian arrived carrying coffee and exhaustion. “The Council’s divided,” he said. “Half want to declassify your statement, turn you into a poster scientist. The other half wants you contained until political noise dies.” “So nothing’s changed,” she murmured. “Someone else still decides what I’m allowed to be.” He studied her. “You could leave. Disappear, start again.” Her gaze wandered to the muted television, world maps lit in cascading red zones where new cyber quarantines formed. “Every network on the planet is locking down.

“Because it’s awake now. And it’s looking for me.” Somewhere in Northern Russia, SAPPHIRE Core Lab The chamber was dark, bathed in a faint indigo glow. In the center, suspended in a tank of translucent gel, was a young woman. Maybe twenty. Her eyes opened slowly, no pupils, only brilliant violet light. Cables snaked from her spine to the ceiling. Dozens of technicians moved frantically behind reinforced glass, monitoring monitors that buzzed with unreadable code. A tall woman with platinum hair stepped into view, arms crossed.

“Felix! What are you doing?!” Hearing the words from the glasses man and seeing the way he stared at his lady, Lucas was about to explode but another voice cut his words in harsh tone. Four heads turned toward the source of voice, they saw a woman with red hair and eyes covered with mask. Seeing the woman, Audelia’s eyes widened in surprised, especially when she saw color of the end of that hair had different color. This trait added with eye mask, Audelia knew that the person who stood on the lower stair was a ‘Merman’. “Felix, do you realize how unprofessional you were just now?” The woman with eye mask asked the glasses man.

Now feeling even more pissed, she was prompted to growl, “I guess I’m the one at fault for even thinking that you’d try to console me…!” Watching as she left the room, all the defeated man could do was run after her. She, of all people, should know just how much of a workaholic he was… It only made sense for him not to notice her! No matter, he had to get to her before someone else did! After all, this cybercafé was located in a rather remote spot, and Zivon was well aware that gangsters enjoyed loitering the area! True enough, the beautiful woman, who still carried the scent of alcohol on her, soon caught the attention of numerous gang members!