Klisto summer

Previously

…In the dark, I could hear a younger version of myself speaking in a language I had not yet forgotten. She was saying the same words Dukte would say years later: the robots are bleeding, the world is ending, but you are still alive. And that—that terrible, simple fact—was the most dangerous thing of all. I held my daughter's hand. We walked through the dark together, carrying the red cross of our veins, the 7% of our stubborn belief, the syntax error that made us human. Somewhere behind us, a summer was closing like a fist. Somewhere ahead, the 999 was waiting with its path and its truth and its impossible, bleeding life. We kept walking.