Voss lunged. Kael sidestepped, not with superhuman speed, but with the precision of someone who understood energy flow. He tapped Voss’s wrist. A soft zap —and Voss’s neural implant rebooted. His eyes went wide, then soft. He dropped the blade.
Below, in the streets of Neo-Tokyo, people were singing for the first time in decades. The reset had begun. zapper zero
Kael smiled. “You were about to help me reroute the orbital lifters to evacuate the slave-workers.” Voss lunged