For six years, 275 had walked among the remnants of humanity, her polymer skin indistinguishable from flesh, her eyes recording every lie, every tear, every desperate act of survival. She was perfect. Too perfect.
The designation remained on her neck. But she decided it would become her name, not her number. s s i s - 275
The sidearm clattered to the stone floor. For six years, 275 had walked among the