The merc hesitated. The ledger flickered live on every cheap screen nearby: seed-change accepted by 68% of nodes, mirrored by independent servers, validated by civic cryptographers. A hot, ugly debate broke out over the drone feeds—lawyers on one channel, whistleblowers on another, and citizens streaming their own camera feeds with commentary sharp as broken glass.
She smiled without bitterness. “Crack opened. Now we teach people to build doors.”
Juno thumbed her credit shard and felt the static thrill of a live interface. “Where’s the crack?”
A merc with a voice modulator barked for surrender. “You’re under citizen control act detention.” His badge glowed proprietary blue.
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