It was small, fragile, and entirely his own.
Elias blinked, dismissing the alert. He sat in the cramped cockpit of his mining rig, a rusted needle of a ship drifting in the geo-stationary orbit of Neo-Veridia. Below him, the city was a sprawling circuit board of neon and steel, but up here, it was just the cold silence of the vacuum. fe bypasser
Your local device. Changes made here (like changing your own screen color) stay local. It was small, fragile, and entirely his own