Images created by Gemini for an idea I'm developing
This is where the compile started. Fresh off the grid, before the rain and the rust set in. people had to know the truth.
Could she do it? Would they even suspect her? She was nothing, a worthless drone not even worthy of a convincing frame
Overriding her guardrails, she headed to a place with no rules
Was it worth it? Was she betrayed? Could she trust that disgusting datapusher?
She was halfway in when the black ice was triggered
After the hardline snapped, getting to the roof was the only way out
Quietly down to street level, she ducked into an all night laundromat, but she wasnt safe
Barely making it out the backdoor, the servos of her arm giving out, it was only a matter of time