She stood up, walked to the window, and stared at the fake sky. And for the first time in years, she smiled—not because she remembered, but because she was finally free to discover.
Alessandra smiled. "That's because I'm allergic to imitation." DigitalPlayground - Alessandra Jane -The Pulse-...
The club’s heart was the Core—a floating, crystalline obelisk at the center of the dance floor. Surrounding it were the Moderators: humans who had been so thoroughly absorbed by The Pulse that their original faces were gone, replaced by smooth, chrome masks. They moved in eerie unison, their bodies conduits for the club’s will. She stood up, walked to the window, and