Chrome Dreams
"A street samurai discovers her neural implants are broadcasting her memories to the highest bidder."
The rain fell in sheets of liquid mercury, catching the neon glow of the advertisements that covered every surface of Neo-Angeles. Kira pressed herself against the cold steel of the alley wall, her chrome fingers—the ones she'd saved three years to afford—twitching involuntarily.
Something was wrong with her implants.
It had started as whispers, fragments of her own memories playing back at random moments. But tonight, she'd seen her memories on the black market feeds. Her first kiss. Her mother's death. Her secret shame.
Someone was mining her mind.
"You're the samurai," said a voice from the shadows. A figure emerged—tall, gaunt, with eyes that glowed the pale blue of corporate security. "The one they call Chrome Dream."
Kira's hand moved to her katana. "Who's asking?"
"Someone who knows what Nexus Corp did to you." The figure smiled, revealing teeth filed to points. "And someone who can help you burn them to the ground."
To be continued...