And Kaelen? He kept his palm-lock. But now, it had one extra key: a direct line to the heart of Gamma-7, just to check if the lights were still on.
He made a choice.
Kaelen looked at the blinking red map of Gamma-7. Then he looked at his palm-lock—the symbol of his office. He had spent fifteen years earning that lock. His apartment, his pension, his identity—all tied to being a perfect, unfeeling executor. hydrogen executor official