A Debt of Time and Tears

spiraled with every line of code that built debt instead of worlds. My wife, Chloe, a sharp, cold woman, share

am Initialized. Observing Universe C-782." It showed a live feed, grainy and unstable, of a college dorm ro

ssing her jump, then her young voice calling out from my speakers, "Who's there? Is thi

had to be something she could trust. "I am a System," I typed, the words feeling forei

ty, about her hidden copy of "The Last Unicorn." Her face paled, then tears welled. She be

. I had to start with the man who would poison her soul and my life. My first directive to Past Chloe