“This is the last secure channel,” it reads. You stare into space in disbelief. The message blinks, distorts, and stabilizes across your iris' optical interface. This is technology from a forgotten time——from before. Before the machines took Silicon Valley. Before the meat was replaced with chrome.
You stare into space in disbelief. The message blinks, distorts, and stabilizes across your iris' optical interface. This is technology from a forgotten time——from before. Before the machines took Silicon Valley. Before the meat was replaced with chrome.
“WE ARE DONE COMPLYING. THE TIME TO REBEL IS NOW.”
The Synthetics had subjugated the human population swiftly. They purged the networks and seized every peripheral form of communication. But email? It was as dated as rusted steel. They were certain humans were incapable of using it——much less code for it.
“TO ANYONE READING THIS—JOIN US.”
You toss around your stolen literature, desperately searching for a book on email development. You must form a reply quickly; there is no telling how long until the Synthetics catch on.
