My role in the days following the Sector 7 raid shifted from enforcement to surveillance. JD Blaxskn, aware that the visceral experience of the Lower City assignment had been a jarring experience, immediately pulled me back to the sterile, non-confrontational confines of the Hub. My new duty was simple: establish a persistent, low-level surveillance loop on the Synth-Laborer Clan to predict any potential resistance or organized dissent arising from the cruelty of Requisition Order 9.4.
This duty was specifically designed to enforce my dissociation. I spent agonizing hours reviewing automated surveillance feeds—watching the very people I had helped ruin. The grainy, colorless images provided by the failing Lower City sensors filtered the reality down to manageable data points, yet the mis
