PART II - 2 YEARS LATER
Koben's P.O.V.
Another work-day over.
I enter my O.C. apartment - a 500 square feet bright space full of smart-living-devices and more furniture than one person could ever need - and throw my bag over the marble kitchen counter. It's a big upgrade from KTL block. Yet, it doesn't make me feel good. For me, this only represents another step - a step closer to my goal.
I rub my knuckles - sore from all the time spent behind the AI computers - as I collapse onto my oversized bed.
I've been working overtime for the past two years, so that when I come home I can fall asleep immediately from exhaustion. I hate the silent time before bed - my mind always takes me places I don't want to go.
Yet - more often than not - when I close my eyes to defeat my unwelcomed dayd
