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ernous penthouse for seven years, but my actual belongings fit into a single bag. My eyes

it open. The first page held

. The sun was blinding. I had been standing in the bathroom, my hands

footage on his laptop. I hadn't shown him the test. I had wrapped my arms

opped moving. He sl

st. "I'm in the prime of my career, and I despise the idea of a kid getting in the way. If you ever try to trap m

slap across my face. My ears had ru

plastic pregnancy test in half behind my back and sh

album shut, snapping

s the hospital's mainframe, forging a flawless miscarriage record

who arranged my flight under a ghost alias and utilized an untraceable anonymous donor pro

tly into the trash can. There

ncrypted solid-state module, connecting it

black command-line interface. My fingers flew across the

frame of Project Chiron. The massive streams of me

through a Swiss banking portal. A small came

legally earned from my early sports technology and rehabili

The tight knot in my sh

e module, and locked them both bac

" costume, and put on my own comfortable sneakers. I smoothed down my trench

the outside of the door emitted a

vely punching in the

uscles coiled tight. My eyes