The world didn’t explode the way I thought it would.
After the upload, after the truth was unleashed, I expected chaos. I imagined news channels flashing Daniel Johnson’s name across every screen, police raids, and a collapse of the empire that had haunted us for years. Instead, the world stayed eerily quiet.
Too quiet.
Adrian and I had been hiding for three days. We’d rented a small apartment in an old brick building overlooking a forgotten street in Boston. The blinds were always drawn, the television always muted. The silence between us felt heavy, filled with thoughts neither of us dared to say aloud.
On the third night, I woke to find Adrian standing by the window, staring out at the street. The soft orange glow from the lampposts painted shadows across his face.
“You can’t sleep
