The violet trail left by the Luna Guard wasn’t just a digital signature; it was a scar across the sky of the Reborn World. As I opened the throttle of the Norton, the sapphire light of the engine clashed with the fading gold of the morning, creating a turbulent wake of energy that mirrored the chaos in my chest. Dax had asked me to stay behind, to play the role of the patient mechanic while he settled a "blood-link" debt with a woman who looked at him like he was a prize she’d finally reclaimed from a pawn shop.
He clearly didn't know me as well as he thought.
The pursuit mapping led me far away from the lush hills of the sanctuary and deep into the Old-Sector. This was a graveyard of the original network, a place where the code was brittle and the physics were inconsistent. Here, the ar
