Twenty-Six
The sun rose behind the skyline of London. Björn sat on one of the many roof terraces of the Babylonian Temple. In his mind, he still gave it the name the Sub had come up with for governmental building.
He overlooked the river Thames, on the other side, the museum of modern art—the Tate. When the first light painted the city in beautiful colors, reflecting on the river, he saw the first shapes of the army in the distance. He thought about Annie. Would she be among them? Did he even still love her? The ghost of Kaari overshadowed everything. Every closure he had achieved, every door he had shut to keep her out of his life forever had opened now because of this algorithm. He wanted her to live in the code. He wanted it to be her. But if it indeed was her, was she really capable
