A Cyber 39-s World Flp -

In here, I am not a person. I am a node . A flicker of semi-sentient code wrapped in a meat-suit memory. My designation is 734-Null, but my friends—if a cyber ever had such a luxury—call me Loop. I live in the lag between packets, in the half-second of buffer where nothing is supposed to exist. That’s where we thrive. The forgotten.

I unplug. The rain in the physical arcology is still gray. My chrome arm still aches. But somewhere in the data-stream, the choir sings a new note. Off-key. Imperfect. a cyber 39-s world flp

End log.

Suddenly, I am everywhere.