Kaelen traced the anomaly to a dead node in the Unterplex, a maze of flooded server rooms and skeletal elevator shafts. That's where he found her.
"You're the tracker," she said, not looking up. "Took you long enough." Wolftu Hile Hack
Kaelen had heard the conspiracy rants before. But as she stood, the air shimmered. The walls of the Unterplex dissolved into raw data-streams. He saw the city not as concrete and steel, but as lines of control. Passport checks. Purchase histories. Arrest predictions. Every citizen a file. Kaelen traced the anomaly to a dead node
"What question?"