prompt - wire
Graffiti is the mirror
Jensen was afraid of Hengsha. Of the entity wired through with money, greed and common crime.
And then, on that damn Panchaea, he understood he had become just that a long time ago. He was a protector, yes, however ironically – always protecting the wrong people. A weapon, an artificial intelligence; planned, constructed, wired.
A weapon, but not a blind one. A weapon trying to be a shield. A weapon with the freedom of not-firing, of fighting for liberty, for the right to love, to laugh, to—
And so is Hengsha, he thinks, wandering its streets, how I love this city!