Chapter Three: I Stole Its Door

He replaced twelve performance drones with cargo models, while Isabel acquired a shipment of fireproof blackout blankets. They couldn't prove enough to stop the celebration. They could only build an invisible net above it. At 8:40 p.m., the plaza reached capacity. With seven minutes left, “rain” began to fall. One glass plate emerged from the rig's shadow, followed by thousands more. They hovered in the air, reflecting terrified faces before those faces had looked up. The umbravore stood atop the lighting rig. It had grown features—the livestream director's features. “Cut the broadcast!” Lu shouted into his headset. “Are you insane? We have eighty million viewers—” “It's choosing deaths through the cameras!”