The screens showed everything.
Agent Thomas Reeves sat in the basement of the Global Data Center on the forty-second floor of a building that didn't appear on any city map, watching the live feeds from cameras, microphones, and data harvesters scattered across the city. New York was a grid of light and sound and numbers—every phone call, every email, every text message, every heartbeat recorded and stored in servers that...
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