Social (Paperback) by L.J McIntyre

I'm a 2.4. My number tells you I'm a lower. But I'm not playing your game anymore.

I won't beg and scramble for a higher social media rating. It's all a two-faced pantomime.

You might be a 9.6 and live in the uppers, but I'm sure you go down to the filthy streets like everyone else. You probably hunt prey-droids for the thrill of it or have dolls do things to you that your wife wouldn't.

Me, I'll be dead soon. You made sure of that when I stopped playing. You'll send your soulless tics to kill me, and I'll finally be free from this constant guilt. If only I hadn't met little Alice. If only the Movement hadn't made contact. The last thing I needed was hope, or worse: a reason to survive.

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Preloved - good