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I feel it in there—more than I feel it outside in the real world.
Outside I’m not much.
Employee number 43177.
I’m a number, not a name, not a face.
But there I’m something more.
I’m not 43177—not Sargent, not my own face.
I’m someone else, someone with power.
It’s a power I feel humming through my body long after I awaken from the reconstructed memories.
I need to find a way to hold onto that power.
It’s my only way out.