The brightest screen is replacing the sky today, and the dangers behind it are hidden in wires.
"You will get your money," she said, her voice, fractal, a prism, the smallest wave or beam...
..."just let me see the tangle of wires."
And just like that, the father slit her throat, her blood shining and sparkling, a currency of stars.
She saw nothing but the blur narrowing as she realized she put her trust in the wrong god.
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