Rich Under Their Hate: The Social Status System
"What… what did you do?"
Pim stood up, the phone pulsing rhythmically in her palm like a heart. She looked out over the terrace, where thousands of lights were beginning to flicker back to life—not in the grid's pattern, but in a new, chaotic, beautiful design.
"I didn't destroy it," Pim said, her voice hollow. "I just made sure we’re the only ones who can turn it off."
"We’re fugitives now," Chalida muttered, trying to stand, her legs buckling.