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Sitting in the chair was a figure made of shifting geometry—pixels of light that rearranged themselves constantly. It was genderless, ageless, and terrifyingly calm.

A tall, thin man slid into the booth opposite him. Jaxon looked like he had been assembled from spare parts—his left eye was a high-grade military optic, glowing a faint red, while his right was human, bloodshot and weary. He wore a trench coat that seemed to absorb the dim light of the bar. rccen7z exclusive

Kael steadied his nerve. "I want to know the truth," he said, his digital avatar trembling slightly. "I want to know who really runs the world." Sitting in the chair was a figure made