MY CRUEL PROTECTOR
I was using Nevan’s enhanced nervoussystem as a secondary processor, a liquid-cooled enginethat allowed me to bypass the firewalls of the world.
I surged into the satellite grid, my consciousness skippingacross the Atlantic, then diving into the undersea cables ofthe North Sea. I was looking for a specific signature—the"Black Serum" frequency. Everything on Earth has a vibration, and the poison in Nevan’s blood had a veryspecific, jagged rhythm.
Not in Moscow. Not in London, I whispered in the dark ofmy mind.