Kaelen’s left eye twitched. He looked at his reflection in the vault’s glass. His iris had turned the color of a Golden Delicious.
It tasted like childhood. Like autumn. Like power. serial code apple
Kaelen sat alone in a bunker beneath the ruins of Pomum HQ. He had severed all external networks. But he could still feel them —the 3.2 billion apple trees on Earth, whispering in his skull. Kaelen’s left eye twitched