The server room hummed like a trapped insect, its fluorescent lights flickering in rhythm with the heartbeat of the machines. Marcus Voss adjusted his glasses, the plastic frames digging into his nose as he stared at the screen. The data…
## Ghost Data The rain tasted like exhaust and regret. Reynar pulled his collar higher, the damp wool clinging uncomfortably against his neck. Neon signs bled colors onto the slick pavement of downtown Seattle, a garish distraction from the task…
## The Static Bloom The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt cold under Leo Maxwell’s elbows. Rain lashed against the window, blurring the neon glow of “Rosie’s” into smeared streaks. He hadn’t touched his coffee, the steam long dissipated.…