At eighty-two, Madam Clara commanded the Sterling Nexus like a queen—until the day the walls stopped being mustard yellow and started bleeding toxic green. “We have a system breach,” Marcus…
“Madam Clara. ” Marcus’s voice cracked. “We have a system breach. ” Clara turned from the holographic data streams. The Sterling Nexus hummed around her, all mustard yellow clean tech. At eighty-two she still commanded the room. “Who is the source user, Marcus? Another Harold clone? ” “It’s worse, Ma. ” He swiped his screen. … Read more