The Cog in the Silver Machine
In the New York of the 22nd century, the city was no longer a place of residence; it was a ledger of assets. Everything—the air you breathed, the sleep you bought, the very thoughts you were allowed to have—was owned by the Omni-Corp. We were not citizens; we were "Human Resources," categorized by our utility and depreciated over time. I was Marcus, a Grade-4 Technician. My utility was high,...
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