My name?Not only was there an image of him on this site, but his name as well. Two things that shouldn’t exist anywhere on the network.
Below it, messages started popping up from people responding to the announcement.
‘Oh my god, Miles, a real Cyborg? Or just a pretender?’
‘No way.’
‘A partner!’
‘Does that mean you’re going to the championships!?’
They kept coming.
Beep. Beep. Beep.Security alert!
He shut down the alarm with a virtual slam. But then the beeping restarted, and another blog post with another image of him hit the top of the page.What the fuck?His fists clenched. This one was him in his military uniform. There was a rifle under his arm, a rifle he still had today.
A picture he’d never seen before, never even knew had been taken, was now posted on this site.
A holographic bunny hopped off his screen and shot at him with virtual lasers, dancing all the while. He grabbed the fucker and squashed it, and the other bunnies fled. They didn’t return.
Information pooled onto the media page in real time. His eyes darted to the posting, reading it in seconds. To his horror, it was all about him, things he’d never shared with anyone else, specs even, and configurations of his makeup.
His honors in battle.
Even my fucking animal.
Along with numerous other attributes and personal preferences, like a fondness for sleep.It’s not sleep, motherfucker. It’s hibernation.
Cypher read over the information several times, still in disbelief. It just wasn’t possible. But as details about him continued to leak, his mind went to the poster. He didn’t know how much time had passed. Three minutes, two hours? It continued to his abject horror.
Hundreds of ways to seek out the poster, Miles—V. Miles to be exact—and destroy them shot through his head. His muscles vibrated with rage, and tension built inside his systems. His metal plates shifted, urging him to release his bear.
All thoughts of Ghost and his duties vanished from his mind.
Sharp silver claws shot out of his fingers, and he swiped out in fury. They struck part of his paneling, slicing through it. His body grew.
Messages continued to pop up on the holographic screen, and as he took in the information being released, the rage built. Someone began to answer the messages, and answer those abouthimaccurately while usinghisname.
Someone had dared to steal his identity.
Someone was pretending to be him.
V. Miles had gotten a hold of his information and leaked it onto the network.
And somehow, someway, they thought they could get away with it. A dark rumble sounded from his throat.
Without waiting any longer, Cypher hacked into the site’s mainframe and found his target.
Vengeance took over.
3
It’s done.
Vee slipped into the hover train and found an empty seat. She licked her lips, studied the other passengers around her, and wondered if they smelled new money in the air. Was that possible? Her paranoia said it was.
Stop it. No one knows but you.
