***[POV: Data Witch!]***
The coffee I was brought had gone cold hours ago, but I kept drinking it anyway. He means well, but Luca never has been able to make a good cup. He can't exactly go out to the place we used to order from, either.
"Bitter. Is he rationing the sugar for me as well? Do I not get special treatment?"
Seven of the lowest energy monitors I could find formed an arc around my command station. What used to be the executive office had become Crisis Management Central for the remaining government.
Each screen told a different story of the same ongoing catastrophe. Monitor One has been cycling drone feeds, some automated and some piloted by trained volunteers. All of them ordered by grid sectors for overwatch.
The city looked exceptionally peaceful from above. Crystalline white with the impurities of dark concrete and asphalt looking less like something being covered and more like ugly growths.
