The Abandoned Luna's Return
"What do we do with this... stain?"
"We don't 'Delete' it," I said, looking at the silver mark. "We **'Claim'** it."
I walked into the center of the scorched Bar-Code. The artificial heat tried to push me back, a hum of "Corporate Static" vibrating in my teeth. It felt like the last remains of Aris Vance’s ghost, trying to tell me I was still a "Product."
"I am Elara Vance," I said, my voice echoing through the valley. "But I am also the **Luna of the Silver Moon**."