AI WHISPERS
I have bruises on my bruises.
"We've fucked our way around the world," I whisper, staring at the ceiling fan. "Destroying her empire one orgasm at a time."
"It's effective," Alex mumbles into the pillow.
"It's insane," I say. "But... eleven down."
"Where is the last one?" Alex asks, sitting up. "Echo?"
"Triangulation complete," Echo says. "The final server. The master node."
A map projects onto the wall.
It’s in Baja.