It had arrived in a plain lead-lined envelope, no return address, postmarked from a city that had been erased from modern maps three years ago. Inside was a single data wafer, scorched along one edge. The only file on it was the driver.
Mira ejected the wafer, slipped it into the hidden pocket of her jacket, and reached for the old motorcycle keys. Delphi 100 251 Rev 1.0 Driver
Mira’s breath caught. Her mother, Elara Kessler, had been a neural architect for OmniCore Solutions. She’d died in a “lab accident” when Mira was twelve. Or so the report said. It had arrived in a plain lead-lined envelope,