She reached up and unplugged the rusted, sparking jack from her skull. For the first time in ten years, she looked at the flickering neon signs of Veridia, at the real rain hitting real rust, and she didn't see code.
Kaelus’s mathematics didn't have an equation for chaos born of genuine trauma. His predictive algorithms saw a thousand possible futures, but Torgamez chose the one that made no logical sense. She threw herself off the tower. torgamez
She saw a world that didn't need a champion. She reached up and unplugged the rusted, sparking