Jax opened his eyes in the Lower Sector alleyway. He felt fine. He felt perfect. But when he looked at his reflection in a rain puddle, his eyes weren't brown anymore. They were glowing hexagonal grids, and the only thing he could hear was the faint, rhythmic ticking of a loading screen.
He slid the —a rare, black-market physical backup of a digital ruin—into his deck. The console hummed, a sound like grinding teeth. Genetic Disaster Switch NSP (RF) (eShop)
Jax reached for the glowing terminal at the center of the disaster. As his fingers touched the glass, the screen didn't show code. It showed his own face, screaming. The "Switch" wasn't a toggle; it was a trade. Jax opened his eyes in the Lower Sector alleyway