knox had a way of beating every system--even the one they were stuck in for all of their lives. hacker, patron, martyr, whatever you wanted to call him, knox always seemed to have some kind of trick up his sleeve, something to pull out and make a sarcastic comment about. maybe that was how he hit on girls. maybe it was how he hacked every system that got in their way, made up different identities for syd like a conductor handles his music.
so he should have known, when they pressed their hands to the glass and watched knox wink, watch him go from person to a bit of ash, that he had a backup plan.
syd thinks he must be dreaming. his nightmares are frequent, more so than his dreams, and knox features in them as much as his father had, now, as much as egan does if not more. people, death, it's all been senseless violence, whether it's real or not, and syd can hear knox in his head every day he's someone's yovel, hero of the people, false martyr. "it's your future, choose."
so when he sees him, standing in the schoolroom where they're keeping their precious yovel now like it's nothing, syd has to pinch himself in the arm to make sure he's awake. he stands there for a moment, frozen to the spot, and thinks of calling for marie, but he doesn't. he doesn't do anything.
if it's fake, it'll leave. it'll disappear, and the world will go back to being the screwed up thing that it is. ]
"i'm gonna do my game tags", she says
knox had a way of beating every system--even the one they were stuck in for all of their lives. hacker, patron, martyr, whatever you wanted to call him, knox always seemed to have some kind of trick up his sleeve, something to pull out and make a sarcastic comment about. maybe that was how he hit on girls. maybe it was how he hacked every system that got in their way, made up different identities for syd like a conductor handles his music.
so he should have known, when they pressed their hands to the glass and watched knox wink, watch him go from person to a bit of ash, that he had a backup plan.
syd thinks he must be dreaming. his nightmares are frequent, more so than his dreams, and knox features in them as much as his father had, now, as much as egan does if not more. people, death, it's all been senseless violence, whether it's real or not, and syd can hear knox in his head every day he's someone's yovel, hero of the people, false martyr. "it's your future, choose."
so when he sees him, standing in the schoolroom where they're keeping their precious yovel now like it's nothing, syd has to pinch himself in the arm to make sure he's awake. he stands there for a moment, frozen to the spot, and thinks of calling for marie, but he doesn't. he doesn't do anything.
if it's fake, it'll leave. it'll disappear, and the world will go back to being the screwed up thing that it is. ]