Outside, in the dark corridor, someone else heard the violin music bleeding through the walls. Someone whose own count was 298. And for the first time in years, they chose not to go to their pod.
One enforcer whispered to the other: "What do we do with him?" defrag 264
The knock came at his door. Not a physical knock. A ping on his lace. Outside, in the dark corridor, someone else heard
His fragment count flickered: