S3xus.e02.madison.wilde.a.dream.within.a.dream....

Lab-Coat Madison smiled. "Then you wake up in the real world. But you won't like what's happened to it while you've been under. You've been dreaming for seventeen years , Madison. Your mother died in year three. Your cat, Schrödinger, lasted six. Your apartment was repossessed. Your body—well, let's just say muscle atrophy is a bitch." Madison closed her eyes. When she opened them, she was back at the weeping willow. The rain had stopped. The faceless man was gone. Instead, the victim—the other Madison, the dead one—sat up from the grave, brushing dirt from her hair.

The city folded behind her like wet paper. Streets she turned down became alleys that became corridors that became the interior of a S3XUS corporate shuttle. She collapsed into a seat across from... herself.

In a future where memories are currency and desire is a subscription, Madison Wilde wakes inside a dream she can no longer escape—only to discover it was never hers to begin with. The first thing Madison Wilde saw when she opened her eyes was herself—curled on a velvet chaise, breathing softly, a silver S3XUS patch adhered to her temple. She was both the observer and the observed. S3XUS.E02.Madison.Wilde.A.Dream.Within.A.Dream....

The patch came away—not silver, but raw nerve endings and fiber optics, trailing into her skull like roots from a rotten tooth.

Madison touched her temple again. This time, she pulled . Lab-Coat Madison smiled

She touched her temple. No S3XUS patch. But beneath the skin, something pulsed—a tiny resonator, warm as a second heartbeat.

But the victim's wristwatch was ticking backward. And the name embroidered on her blouse read Wilde, M. , not Madison's own. You've been dreaming for seventeen years , Madison

To be continued... or is it?