“We are withered, aimless, and hollow, we are until we find something to follow.”

Her blood pulsed, her heart ached at the words of her favorite quote from her partner AI, the AI that was like another sense. Cora, worth the money Sepha spent on the digital intelligence, sent her messages, sometimes cryptic, to inspire her, to make her more of an individual, to be independent and strong.

It was Cora who gave her the information about the ministry and the terrible things they were doing, in the name of public health and the vaccination. Sepha stood on the roof of the 50-story server farm building, concealed behind a skin-tight, and itchy, cloaking suit. Monitor drones were zipping around the adjacent skyline, the smoke and heat output from the other server buildings pouring from the vents, creating a misty veil for their insect-like flight paths Read More