Garzo grabbed my shoulder.
“Quick, check the prime stream.”
I tuned in. The newscast flickered over my vision, showing our movement’s spokesperson, Sister No1, smiling.
“Glorious day!” she said. “Our struggle against Pleasure Inc is finally over!”
I frowned. Didn’t the megacorp still control our water supply and the air farms?
Then the CEO of Pleasure Inc stepped up to Sister No1’s side.
“This morning,” he said, “Pleasure Inc bought out the Anarcho-Libertarian Collective, including its records, assets…”
He held out a trigger, thumb at the ready. My neuro-implants began to itch.
“…and the life support codes of its operatives.”
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