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Mario Brash is a reader, writer, coffee enthusiast, and huge nerd of many things. 

Jessica Leibniz tried being a normal teenager, but unlike most teenagers, she can tell time without a clock. She still wears a watch, but it comes with incriminating A.I. software. It's part of her fashion sense-if you call a mix of 80's nostalgia, geekism, and jagged hair a fashion sense. Otherwise, you have a normal, nineteen-year-old girl who delivers pizza and tacos by day and hacks cybersecurity networks by night. All the while, she turns heads, probably because she performs her job on a gravity board, which is relatively unorthodox in a future where aliens rule the planet.

The alien takeover could have ended more violently, but there's irony in how efficient and peaceful Earth has become a hundred years later. Corporations still reign supreme, but aliens lie at the top of the social ladder. Azareans they call them, overlords who've constructed a new kind of city for the modern world. The Eden: a modern megapolis.

Accustomed to life in the modern city, Jessica has learned to embrace challenge when it comes her way. Without a cause, she confides in her three friends or smacks into boredom. And when she seamlessly cracks an uncrackable corporate security algorithm, nothing makes sense. Faced with world-turning revelations, the life she's led seems trivial next to a hundred-year lie and tragedy.

Hacking the Sun

Jessica was already floating to the 82nd floor, skipping past Monarch and rooms of his subordinates. They were scramblingÑso far as she could tellÑto secure and search every nook and cranny of Goliath Headquarters. Beelz and her team had to be above the rest.


Past the sensations of weightlessness and wind, she entered the 82nd floor through a gaping hole in the wall, to land on scattered chunks of more wall. She was welcomed by metal muzzles, again, the assault rifles of Gemini Squad. Clad in dark greens and their weight's worth of gear, they lowered their weapons as soon as a black figure stepped at their behest. 


Slick plates on long legs leading up a waist clenched by a utility belt of magazines and other gadgets. The figure wore black sleeves, a black vest, and the sleekest headphones over red hair. Her eyes were a burning evergreen. Beelz, stoic, pensively tapped the barrel of her handgun against her forehead goggles.


Chapter 66: The Demon of Dissent Part 1