Blood on the Asphalt biker
"The only place they can't track us. We don't wake up in Zurich. We upload ourselves into the network. We become the real Ghosts."
The officer’s image began to distort, his face stretching into a monstrous mask of static. "You cannot survive the transfer! Your consciousness will be fragmented! Mia, stop!"
I didn't listen. I hopped back onto the interceptor, the bike flickering between a physical machine and a wireframe model. Dax climbed on behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist, his heart beating against my back the only real thing left in a dying world.
"Trust the Engine, Ghost!" I roared.
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