Glitch in the Wetware

The neon flicker is a rhythmic taunt, illuminating things I do not want.

Acid rain washing down the glass, watching the automated traffic pass. I check my

vitals on the hard display, serotonin levels in rapid decay. My bandwidth is

choked, my signal is weak, I haven't heard a human voice

in a week. Just the hum of the server, the buzz of the drone.

Flesh and bone but I feel like stone. Diagnostic running. Earthbound diagnostic running.

Run it into the ground. There's a glitch in the wetware, a ghost in

the wire. I'm freezing to death in a city on fire. Disconnect the cortex,