She wasn't supposed to be here.
Elara scrambled, dragging the PDF onto her personal memory core. As she disconnected, the file flickered to a page she hadn't seen before—the final page, Appendix Z:
She looked from his face to the memory core in her hand. She could run. She could report him. Or she could go to Sub-Level 7, fire up the Hypermill, and try to pull Cassian back from the endless, screaming static between seconds.
She wasn't supposed to be here.
Elara scrambled, dragging the PDF onto her personal memory core. As she disconnected, the file flickered to a page she hadn't seen before—the final page, Appendix Z: hypermill training pdf
She looked from his face to the memory core in her hand. She could run. She could report him. Or she could go to Sub-Level 7, fire up the Hypermill, and try to pull Cassian back from the endless, screaming static between seconds. She wasn't supposed to be here