Ivory ((top)) | Chrome Blaire

“And if I refuse?”

He was a weapon now. A beautiful, indebted ghost. And somewhere out in the rain, a driver was still breathing organic air. chrome blaire ivory

“You’re in the Chrysalis,” she said. “And you’re dead. Legally speaking.” “And if I refuse

Leo looked down at his beautiful, terrible new hands. He could feel the rain outside—not on his skin, but through sensors in his fingertips. He could smell the ozone of the city, the rust, the desperation. He was more alive than he’d ever been. And less free. “You’re in the Chrysalis,” she said

He read the fine print. It was worse than any loan shark’s deal. But the alternative was the void. The real void, not the digital one.

The last thing Leo remembered was the rain. A greasy, neon-soaked drizzle that turned the city’s chrome grilles into mirrors of despair. Then came the blinding flash of a delivery truck’s headlights, the screech of tires like a wounded animal, and nothing.