“Promise me you’ll leave. Leave tonight. Right now.”
“I can’t.”
More attention was focusing my way. Any second now, Ai would snap out of it and realize what I’d done. When she did, she’d make me hang up.
“This is the last time we’ll talk,” I said.
“Zoe—”
“You tried to help me,” I whispered. “Please save yourself.”
“Why, Zoe?” he asked. “What are they going to do?”
“Nothing,” I told him. “But I think I am.”
He was still talking when I felt the presence worm its way into my head, gentle but firm. Some small shard of Ai’s consciousness had turned its attention to me. I wanted to keep talking to Nico. There were things I wanted to tell him but the presence wouldn’t let me.
My arm dropped and the phone slid away from my face. I watched his name on the LCD as the phone spun end over end and clattered to the floor.
Calliope Flax—Stillwell Corps Base
I woke up to the sound of static, louder than usual. I couldn’t move, and I couldn’t see.
I tried to move, but I couldn’t. The last thing I remembered, they’d rushed me.
The static in my head cracked. I tried to move again, but my muscles wouldn’t respond. I opened my eyes, but it stayed dark. I tried to call Nico, but my JZI’s comm link was down.
A needle pricked the back of my neck. I felt a cold metal ring push down on my bare back.
Singh sighed.
A hand touched my face. I felt warm breath in my ear.
A circuit lit up on my JZI then. I still couldn’t call out, but someone on the outside was calling in. It was Singh.
I didn’t, but he was right about one thing: I did understand. I was fucked; they knew I was a carrier, and they had me. If there was a way out, Singh was it.
I wasn’t, but they had me. There was nothing I could do, and even though Singh was a prick, he was a smart prick. If he thought this could work, it might work.
I heard a thud, and pain slammed through my chest. It pulsed down my arms and up my neck, but I couldn’t move. The air died in my lungs and every muscle in my body went slack. I heard my vitals tone go flat, then fade out like I’d fallen down a deep tunnel. Everything got quiet. I couldn’t move or see or hear. There was just a big, black nothing.
The words popped up in the dark. They came from a JZ implant, so my brain still worked.
I got an itch at the back of my neck, like bugs under the skin. I could at least sense my body again. Just barely, I felt my fingers and toes prick with pins and needles.
In the back of my skull, the white noise streamed in like TV snow. The inhibitor usually stopped it, but not today.
The count passed six thousand. I’d linked with revivors before, but never more than nine. Back in the field, I’d get a feed for each one on my JZI so I could keep an eye on them, but this time there were so many there was no