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Red light. Shrieking sirens. The stomp of Enforcer boots.

Kaelen dropped the grease gun.

He sliced the input line and patched in his data chip. Then he did something Mother would never predict. juy-947

"No report," he whispered. It was his first lie to the Collective. Red light

"I gave it a question," Kaelen said. "It used to only have answers. Now it has to ask itself: 'What is joy?'" juy-947