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Look, I've been tracking these coordinates for about three weeks now. 187 meters, give or take. The locals think I'm some kind of ghost. Maybe I am. The whiskey helps, but the nights are getting longer up here.

Downtown Brooklyn, midnight. Rain's coming down like bullets, washing away yesterday's promises. The streets are empty, except for shadows that know better than to ask questions. My boys are watching every corner, making sure tonight's business stays strictly business.

Look, I've seen enough security systems in my time - both sets of memories, actually - to know this isn't right. These terminals, they're just like people. Complex on the surface, but underneath? Usually simpler than you'd think. Amateur stuff, really.

The city never sleeps, but it has nightmares. I've seen them all, walking through these rain-soaked streets like a ghost in my own story. Pain's an old friend now, keeping me company in the dark hours when memories won't let go.

What's that you're holding there, been waiting how long for this moment? Could be nothing, could be everything. Time doesn't move like you think it does. Seventeen years or seventeen seconds, makes no difference when you're counting what can't be counted.

They're closing schools now, but here's what we're doing. Getting sixteen-year-olds into factories, because that's where the economy's going. Nobody talks about it, but that's how we're fixing labor shortages. Just like that, problem solved. The system keeps changing.

Pain. My constant companion these days. The whiskey wasn't helping anymore, just making the memories blur together. New York's nights were getting longer, darker. Each breath reminded me I was still alive. Sometimes that's the worst part. Still, there was work to be done.

The coffee had grown cold, forgotten like so many things in this cramped apartment. Through the window, the city lights flickered like dying stars, each one holding someone else's story. He wondered if they too sat awake at 3 AM, haunted by the words they never said.