#ChainStory #TheExperiment
The soft glow of a screen brightened a room falling into night, as Oyo tapped away at a keyboard. They were adamant that dark mode went on only after the sun dips below the horizon, to the eternal dismay of the other occupants of the house. Oyo was between gigs at the moment, a rarity for a black market repair tech in the age of disposable machines. Their DRM defeat devices lay idle; parts fabricators stood silent.

Until the blip of a new message notification. >>>