Chris, for her part, has been uneasy about all this, and unsure of how to actually feel in the end. On the one hand, she's met new people. She might even have gotten a job out of all this. On the other... machine eyes? Notebooks that can upload text to some sort of darknet? What the hell was going on?

She wore a black leather jacket and dark sunglasses. She hadn't worn her contacts today, and she was afraid that people might see...

But why am I so afraid? Maybe they should be afraid of me, she mused. Somehow... despite all her trepidation, the eyes felt right.