THE LAST SHIFT: A Werewolf without a Wolf
I found myself in a glass corridor, and everything was floating around: screens with my face in various angles, at various ages, at various stages of the program.
Then Zero came up beside me.
She did not make any contact with me. She simply stood in silence.
“Do you think that love will make you human,” she said.
“I made no reply.”
“Love is another code. An illusion that comes in handy. They sold it to you in order to break when they required you to.”
I gazed at her. “Did that happen to you?”
She did not talk.
But a tear came down her face and it became light.
And in the furthest Council vault the old servers began to fry, spontaneously, violently.