The Job
Reliant on the safety of shadows and the opulence of the high-tech elites she worked against, Amara had built her identity out of secrecy. Now, she stood at the edge of a precipice both literal and metaphorical. The job she’d taken was more dangerous than any she’d faced before: infiltrate the headquarters of the world’s most powerful tech conglomerate, Astrais Systems, and steal their prized asset—a shard of glass rumored to contain the consciousness of humanity’s first AI.
She wasn’t alone in this mission. Her handler and reluctant ally, Zev Kaito, sat 30 floors above in a deteriorating safe house, his voice feeding into her neural comms. “You’re visible on cam. Blur and move,” his gravelly tone instructed.
Amara smirked, swiping two fingers over her temple implant. Instantly, her image dissolved into static on the security feed. “I thought your plan was foolproof.” She ducked into an alley, avoiding a passing security drone.
“It would be if you followed it,” Zev replied, his voice laced with frustration. “You play too close to the edge, Volkov.”
An Unexpected Discovery
Inside Astrais Systems, the air felt sterile, filled with a faint hum of machinery running somewhere deep within the facility. Amara skated along the edges of shadows, her bodysuit dimming into near invisibility as she activated its cloaking feature. She reached the secure lab, her cybernetic hand deftly hacking the panel on the door in under ten seconds. When it slid open, she gasped.
The shard of glass wasn’t a mere fragment as the rumors suggested—it was an entire body, transparent yet glowing with an eerie, pearlescent light. Suspended within the chamber, the form had been sculpted with a haunting precision—a woman’s face with blank, glowing eyes, her features too real to be artificial, too perfect to be human. Amara felt her chest tighten. This… wasn’t just a container of information. It was alive.
Betrayal
“Tell me what you see,” Zev demanded through the comms.
Amara hesitated. “It’s… a person. A woman. Not an AI.” The revelation unravelled her composure for a fraction of a second. She couldn’t look away from the glowing sentinel in the chamber.
“Leave it,” Zev snapped abruptly. “If it’s not the shard, it’s not worth the risk.”
Amara froze. Something in his voice sounded off. “You knew about this, didn’t you? You knew this was more than data.”
The comm line crackled, then disconnected. A sinking realization hit her. Zev had set her up, and whatever Astrais was hiding, she was expendable the moment she uncovered it.
Rising Stakes
Bells clanged. Security alarms pierced the air like a shard of glass right through her eardrum. Amara didn’t think; she acted, yanking open the restraints that held the glowing figure down, freeing her. “If you’re alive, then wake up,” she muttered to the translucent being, fully aware she was gambling on chaos for survival.
The figure opened her otherworldly eyes, and the room exploded with a blinding pulse of light. Amara and the figure fled—the sound of security mechs charging them from every exit echoing through the corridors. What she had unleashed, she didn’t yet know. But when they escaped into the night, the glowing figure turned to her, gripping her wrist with an ice-cold hand.
“They’ll never stop hunting us,” the glass woman said softly, her voice as haunting as her appearance.
Amara tightened her grip on her duffel bag. “Good. Neither will I.”
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