Chapter 5

April 17, 2019

 

Donovan—

 

     I think the dancer looks a little like me.

 

     Anyway.

 

     We tracked his EMF disturbance to a Soviet-style apartment complex and a room with flaking, high school-green paint and wall-to-wall computers.

 

     I stepped inside. Electric agony jolted me. Another trap.

 

     I awoke wrapped in computer cables, plugged into the equipment, my brain feeling like it had gone through the spin cycle.

 

     But he’d made a mistake.

 

     There is a cyberspace spirit. And that spirit didn’t like the techno-mage’s plan for merging it with the astral plane.

 

     The spirit and I connected.

 

     Someday, I hope I can forget what I saw flickering in its high-def gaze.

 

     A power surge, a shower of sparks and fire. The mage didn’t escape, and Brigitte didn’t save me. The cyber-spirit did.

 

     But I wish I knew why.

 

     -Riga

 

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