Skyla thought about the junior techs who looked up to her. She thought about the friend who had lent her the tunic, still waiting for its return. She thought about the neural implant in her skull, dormant and patient.
"What if I refuse and tell everyone what you've just told me?" Skyla asked. skyla novea - the promotion
It was a weapon. And Skyla Novea intended to wield hers. Skyla thought about the junior techs who looked up to her
No signature. No department code. Just the cold, elegant font of the upper decks—the kind of font people used when they wanted to remind you that you were not one of them yet. skyla novea - the promotion