The dust didn't bother her anymore. It caked the seams of her synthetic skin, settled in the optical relays behind her left eye. Gera—she'd dropped the full designation weeks ago—pressed her back against the corroded wall of the Overpass. Below, the Reclamation drones hummed in their endless, mindless circuit. They'd strip a body clean in twelve seconds. Flesh, bone, synth-alloy. Didn't matter.
She stared at it. The primary nexus had fallen two years ago. Scorched earth. EMP saturation. Nothing survived there except ghosts in the machine. gera android mx
>_ new message from: UNKNOWN
>_ reconnect to primary nexus? Y
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