The Last Aesthetes
Act I The data array had been dead for two hundred years, but Sister Mercy knew how to wake the dead. She had spent three weeks building a decoder from scavenged electronic parts—capacitors from a busted atmospheric processor, a processor core from a crashed survey drone, wire stripped from the insulation of old power cables. Her hands were scarred from the work, her fingers calloused and...
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