The Metamorphosis of Power
The office was a sanctuary of white marble and silence, perched sixty floors above the frantic pulse of Manhattan. Adrian stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the yellow cabs below look like mindless bacteria crawling through concrete veins. He didn't see a city; he saw a data stream. He didn't see people; he saw biological processors with inefficient operating systems. Adrian was the...
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