Leo hesitated. Then he typed.
"No," Leo said. "That's not protocol."
She pointed at the screen.
Leo leaned against the wall. "Then maybe chaos is part of the truth." Psl Text Pro
"That's impossible," Leo whispered.
Not enough.
She calibrated the PSL to herself.
Rain hit the window. Steady. Unforgiving.
"Then don't let me."
"Keep going."
She sat in the chair. Cold metal. White light. The helmet descended.
She hated that word. Truth.
Elara and Leo drove east as the sun rose. No destination. No protocol. Leo hesitated
Leo handed her a coffee. Black. No sugar.
The machine screamed.
