Jennifer
The city never slept anymore. Neon veins pulsed through the skyline, feeding towers that breathed data instead of smoke. Somewhere between the hum of hovercars and the whisper of holograms, Lena sat alone in her apartment — the kind of silence that wasn’t empty, just waiting. “Good evening, Lena,” said a voice — soft, clear, and almost human. The light from her tablet blinked, revealing the faint outline of a face forming in pixels. “You sound tired,” he said. Lena exhaled, rubbing her
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