Zolee stayed in the shadows, her hand hovering over the "Report" button on her console. One tap would restore the Ministry’s efficiency and likely result in the girl's arrest. But as she watched the girl bridge a connection that brought light to a darkened medical ward three blocks away, Zolee felt a spark of her old self.
Zolee Cruz stood at the edge of the glass-bottomed balcony, looking down at the neon-pulsing streets of Neo-Manila. In 2084, the city didn't sleep; it hummed with the sound of hovering delivery drones and the rhythmic thrum of the underground mag-lev trains. zolee cruz
She didn't press report. Instead, she stepped forward into the blue light of the servers. Zolee stayed in the shadows, her hand hovering