Chapter Five: The War for Reality

“You don't know which answer is true,” he said. “You're waiting to identify whoever controls the body.” Her smile vanished. A drone dropped from the roof. Gu accelerated. The hearse broke through a plastic barrier. Falcon took the wheel for three hundred milliseconds, Rust disabled stability control the next instant, and Flame calculated the angle that would skim the wall. Three personalities shared Gu's arms like threads of one program. When the drone fired a neural-disruption pulse, White Elm deliberately overloaded his auditory cortex, masking the handshake with an explosion that existed only inside his head. Blood ran from Gu's right ear.