Chapter 33

“In the cut, there ain’t no twinning. It’s just you and the ghosts and all you’ve got to save your ass is your wits and your meld.”

I considered this as I watched Gammer string the mesh, lining up the nodes with a sort of techno Feng Shui, guided by the blue laser dots along the rock face. I pulled on my gloves, then secured the hood over my face. I felt the tugging of the cables attached to my chest and the tightness of the piezo-generators strapped on my thighs.

“You ready?” Gammer asked gruffly.

I did a spot check and nodded.

The drug hit my veins at the same time I was snatched downwards into the tunnel and I awoke naked on a pebbly beach under a green sky.