Chapter 2 The Fall from Grace. The world wasn't supposed to scream. Not like this. Not a dozen different screams all at once, each one a different shade of raw, uncontained panic. My personal transport unit, a marvel of clean energy and frictionless motion, shuddered to a halt. The air filled with the acrid, coppery scent of blood, a smell that had no place in this perfect world. Just a moment ago, I had been enjoying the familiar comfort of my brother’s quiet company. The sun was setting perfectly. The city was glowing. This had to be a malfunction, a system-wide glitch that would be corrected any moment. The holographic monument to Light, our creator, our guide, our world’s golden architect, had just flickered out of existence, replaced by a grotesque, jagged image. My mind, trained for efficiency and flawless logic, immediately began running diagnostics. This was a system-wide failure, a total corruption of the public display network. The sight of tha...
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