She adjusted the neural lace behind her ear. Her body, lean and wired with subdermal LEDs, faded as she jacked into the dive couch. Her apartment dissolved.
She slammed the data-spike into the Core. DigitalPlayground - Alessandra Jane -The Pulse-...
She had two choices. Extract the code and run, leaving them as ghosts. Or break the Core and free them—but shatter her own neural lace in the process. She'd forget everything. Her skills. Her name. Vik. Her mother's door. She adjusted the neural lace behind her ear