Rich Under Their Hate: The Social Status System
"The Algorithm is dead. The Minister is going to lose everything when the press receives the files."
"And us?" Chalida asked, her breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches.
Pim looked up at the soldiers, who were now huddled together, staring at their useless tech, their absolute control over the city evaporating with every passing second of the blackout. They were just men now. Scared, confused men in expensive gear.
"We’re free," Pim said, though the words felt heavy, hollow, and terrifying.
Suddenly, a red light began to blink on the server rack. CRITICAL FAILURE IMMINENT. BUILDING STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY COMPROMISED. EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.