The facility was a sterile white nightmare. The other 999 Brave Citizens were a mix of weeping teenagers and stoic old-timers. They were led into a vast hangar where a single object sat on a pedestal: a sleek, silver gauntlet.
He looked at the gauntlet. Its screen displayed a single line of text: Brave Citizen
For three days, Leo walked the ghost streets of his youth. He saw his mother, alive and laughing. He saw Mira Liu practicing guitar in her garage, her voice raw and beautiful. He saw the advertisement for the data-scrubber job—the one with the "guaranteed safety and pension." The facility was a sterile white nightmare