Ghost Codes 012
The True History of the Synthetik Angels, as told by one of their kind. How, being eighteen and poor I sold my body to the dream merchants.
They clothed my skin with implants and programmed my skull with slogans. The system burned through me, taking me over completely.
I floated through the markets, a voice speaking only of the latest products. My implants sang and the air around me glowed with pictures.
I was a living advert, bought and sold many times over the next two years, my system hacked and pirated until I danced chaotic with one thousand images.
They called us Angels of Transmission. Messages moved through our bodies, into the world. And all was well until the Day of the Crash.
I recall the flare of overload, skin shock, implants sparking with static, adverts screaming inside me as luxury goods all around turned to dust.
And there I lay, alone and dying on the walkway of a shopping mall, all my golden images flickering dark one by one.
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