Break time.
"The thing about questions is they need answers," Jessica mused. "Unless you're like Adam, equations need solving and encryptions need breaking." The apple in her hand, she took a bite and savored the juice. Man is the retarded scrivener grasping at recollections of perfection. "You only need one off-note to bring down the symphony. So, imagine how the story would change if God was the Snake and the Devil made Eden."
Her black hair fluttered in the wind as she leaned on the edge of an inner-city roof, a delivery box at her feet. The eyes of the Lynx swept unadulterated sky and fell on the skyscraper directly across, the word Goliath specular and bright. She thus descended the building steadily and checked both sides of the street before crossing.
Within the megastructure, sh
