The Protocol of Frozen Light
The dismissal from the Imperial Academy arrived on a holosheet that my father did not bother to open in front of me. He read it in the kitchen, where the walls were thin and the silence was not, and I heard the word synchronization and knew that whatever had happened, they had decided it was my fault. "Refusal of neural synchronization," Father said when he came to tell me. His voice was...
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