AZAThe story of the Cypherpunks... and the price of freedom: A razor-sharp utopia built on lies vs. a rebellion buried in code. When the system glitches, Syntra must choose. Hey. Are you ready for this?
Patrick LeifsonA city will wear you like a pair of old cowhide boots. Your feet slip in, comfortably, since their caresses have worn in the leather just so, and now they are a part of you. Such thoughts preoccupied Pat Garrett as his train rolled into Montreal Central Station.
Kristina WarlenExit moved in silence through the black zone. The road beneath his boots was fractured and blistered from a century of stress fractures, chemical erosion, and neglect. Every surface held the residue of failure. Surveillance nodes blinked faintly in the walls above him. Pale red eyes stared from cracked housing. They still tracked motion and still read heat. Power to the district had been cut hours ago. The Network never really died. It idled, quiet and watchful. It waited for patterns to reestablish.
