Chapter 7
Episode 7moderni uzkarda bezdalai nieks duomenu ten neskaito sikant jokia muse.
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The morning light crept through the slats of the blinds, casting thin, dusty lines across the floor of my apartment. I sat on the edge of the bed, the familiar hum of the city outside a low, constant buzz. My phone was on the nightstand, face down, as always. I hadn’t touched it since I woke up. That was the ritual now.
I moved into the kitchen, where the coffee machine was already gurgling, its steam rising in a gentle, almost apologetic curl. I poured myself a mug, black, no sugar, and stood by the window. The street below was waking up—people in sleek, grey coats, their heads down, their thumbs dancing across screens that reflected the pale sky. They didn’t see the drones hovering above, silent as dragonflies, mapping every step, every pause, every glance. They didn’t feel the invisible fingers of the network brushing against their skin, collecting the sweat of their routines.
I did.
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