Restoration moved before Laleh Omondi's name finished drying on Tali's torn paper.
The template spread from feed to feed with Caleb's face cropped clean and bright behind the words.
```
AUTHORIZED PUBLIC REQUESTER:
CALEB MERCER
USE WHEN LOCAL VOICES ARE UNAVAILABLE.
ONE CITY.
ONE ASK.
```
By the third copy, the blood on his sleeve had vanished.
By the fifth, Elara's bandaged hand had been cut out.
By the eighth, Laleh had become `Verified Field Success`.
Caleb read it once.
Then he looked away before the silver in his skin found something to break.
"They used my name," he said.
"It has your name," Tali said.
"Still not me."
Rina pulled the public feed down to the raw layer. Requests were already arriving under the new field. People had typed them from basements, stairwells, parking decks, dark school rooms, and phones held above floodwater.
Most of them meant it.
That was the worst part.
```
CALEB MERCER REQUESTS RESCUE FOR WARD NINE.
