The fridge is empty. That’s the first lie.
In the chrome-plated hell of Mechaville, where children are engineered and memories are corporate property, Eli—a 12-year-old cyborg assassin—discovers a flaw in his programming: he feels nothing.
Tasked with eliminating targets in palindromic time signatures (10:10, 5:55, 3:33), Eli logs each kill with clinical precision. But when a cryptic figure named A. Anon drags him to a fridge that should be empty—but isn’t—Eli’s reality fractures.
Now, hunted by the very corporation that built him, Eli must confront:
The 12-gram anomaly hidden in his kills.
The right-side weakness crawling through his circuits.
The thing in the fridge that watches back.
Perfect machines don’t ask questions. Eli is starting to.