The Company -v5.12.0 Public- -westane- Official

They’re not updating the charter. They’re rewriting human biology. The “Public” version is for us. The “Private” version is for the shareholders. And the shareholders aren’t human anymore.

He looked.

For the first time in twelve years, Westane didn’t follow the protocol. He turned left instead of right. Toward Sector 0. Toward the Private core. The Company -v5.12.0 Public- -Westane-

had one final line of text, buried in the fine print of every worker’s contract, page 1,047, paragraph 9: They’re not updating the charter

He stood up. Bag still closed. Incinerator cold. The “Private” version is for the shareholders

He found the body slumped against a shattered glass enclosure. A woman. Lab coat. Her badge read . Her eyes were open. Not dead from trauma. Dead from something slower. Something that had crystallized her veins into a frosty silver lattice.

Westane wiped his palm on his jumpsuit and pressed it to the reader. The screen blinked green.