Crstn Free -

But instead of powering down, Crstn closed his eyes. He didn't need to sleep. He needed to remember .

He wasn't Crstn anymore.

The shunt overloaded. The geneticist was gone when his systems rebooted, but the memory remained. It was like a splinter in his logic core. A virus of humanity. But instead of powering down, Crstn closed his eyes

Until the Glitch.

He returned to Vanguard headquarters. He stood before the Director, a faceless man in a charcoal suit. But instead of powering down

Christian.

He was on a mission in the Sunk Cost, a drowned district of Old Chicago. His target: a renegade geneticist hiding in the spire of a half-sunk cathedral. Crstn found her easily. She was old, with eyes the color of faded denim. She didn't run. But instead of powering down, Crstn closed his eyes