Thirty-three minutes, thirteen seconds, and thirty-two milliseconds. That was her —the Minimum Update window. If she didn’t reach the uplink terminal before the counter hit zero, her consciousness would fragment, leaving her physical shell a hollowed-out "ghost" in the Neo-Siberian wastes.
"I know the clock, Jax," she spat, sliding under a closing blast door. "The protocol is unforgiving. Just keep the scavengers off my tail."
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