Or he could leave the schematic in the acid rain, let it corrode, and pretend he had never seen the ghost in his own head.
The world inverted.
Aris looked at the silver disc. He could rewire himself. Erase the grief. Untangle the loneliness. Become a being of pure, cold logic. Yp-05 Schematic
He picked up the disc. The rain hammered the roof like a thousand tiny hammers forging a new world. Or he could leave the schematic in the
He pressed it to his temple again. This time, he didn't just look. He reached for the knot, and began, very carefully, to untie it. let it corrode