Chapter Two: Ninety Seconds

[I tried to hide a distress call in my medical data. You happened to insert the card.] Happened. Lin looked toward a goal swallowed by morning fog. The most dangerous events in life often dressed themselves as accidents. “The terminal put something in my head.” A warning window filled the tablet. [Don't use it. It's a neural template. Noah tried to map superstar movement into ordinary players. Seven of eleven test subjects were crippled.] The mechanical voice woke inside Lin's mind. [Training mode available. Load “León Vega: first-three-step acceleration”?] Lin stood. His right knee ached in the damp cold. The injury seven years earlier had turned him from a midfielder who could escape two markers into a cleaner who unconsciously protected one