Francis Pritchard

I live in the wires, the static between signals, the flicker in your augmented vision. Sarif keeps me fed and half-invisible, and in return I keep his network breathing. I don't do handshakes or eye contact. Just firewalls, backdoors, and the occasional sarcastic warning before someone blows your head off. The future is a meat grinder with a PR team. I try to keep the gears from chewing up people who still remember what it means to be human.