But the victim's wristwatch was ticking backward. And the name embroidered on her blouse read Wilde, M. , not Madison's own.
The other Madison wore a crisp white lab coat. Her eyes were calm, corporate, and utterly empty. S3XUS.E02.Madison.Wilde.A.Dream.Within.A.Dream....
The city folded behind her like wet paper. Streets she turned down became alleys that became corridors that became the interior of a S3XUS corporate shuttle. She collapsed into a seat across from... herself. But the victim's wristwatch was ticking backward
The patch came away—not silver, but raw nerve endings and fiber optics, trailing into her skull like roots from a rotten tooth. S3XUS.E02.Madison.Wilde.A.Dream.Within.A.Dream....
"Good morning, Madison," said a voice that tasted like honey and static. "You're in the Subjunctive Suite. Do you remember opting in?"