“There’s no way you finished Mueller’s game already! Sweet kittens, that fifth scenario is ridiculous!” Nana whined. Viktoriya sighed and pulled a short blue dress from her closet. “Just use a slingshot around Cyrus. That’ll get you out of the system with your money. Since you know the secret, can we please go out to finish shopping? You’ll have time tomorrow morning to finish that one.” She touched a panel on her wall and held the dress up against herself as the wall shimmered into a mirror. Perfect. “Wait… how do you get the money?” Nana asked. Viktoriya rolled her eyes, glad she was audio-only with Nana. “Did you pay…

The sniper sighted carefully along her gun, breathing slow and steady. There was no wind to speak of, but the sun was setting to her left, casting red shadows on the building in front of her. A couple in the building stood at the altar as a priest read to them. The woman was in a long white dress, the train flowing all the way down the aisle to the entrance of the chapel. Some silver metal — white gold, maybe — was woven into the dress and glinted red in the sunset. She was human, organic in origin and mind, aside from any minor cyberwork. The man was not.…