Chapter Twenty-Six
Cassie still wore the Dress. But she wore it under body armor, and carried a gun. She still had the single long bang of hair, but the rest of her head was covered in what looked like a crew cut.
A lot had happened in a short space of time. Some of it revolved around hair growth and forging tighter relationships within the group, but much of the rest had been brutal and bloody. You don’t make a revolution without at least some people winding up dead. The corporates had turned out to be rotten structures, already eaten away from the inside and collapsing into dust as the storm hit them. But there were still those who’d profited from their executive positions, those who wouldn’t accept the world that had made them powerful had turned out itself to be impotent. And they re
