The Golden Circuit
The rain hit the asphalt of the intersection like static. It was a cold, digital rain. Marcus Thorne stood under the awning of a closed bodega, watching the streetlights bleed into the puddles. He held a tablet in one hand, its screen glowing with a single, pulsing red icon. The icon was a circuit. A golden circuit. It mapped the neural pathways of the city’s surveillance grid. To the public,...
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